So, as my faithful readers know, I already harbour a deep resentment towards coveralls. This resentment was deepened further today by a rather unfortunate incident.
Those of you who are easily scarred by mental images may want to stop reading at this point.
One of the many tasks on the golf course involves mowing underneath trees and places where we can't get to with our big rough mower. Today I was mowing under a bunch of pine trees, and when you go under there a lot of pine needles tend to fall off the tree and down your back. If I was wearing a regular shirt this wouldn't be a problem because they would just fall out the bottom of my shirt, but in the coveralls they tend to gather in a very uncomfortable area.
Now, This is the piont where you will really want to stop reading.
Seriously . . .
Well it seems that one particular needle not only made it's way down my back, but it managed to get into my boxer shorts. At first I didn't really notice, butt it did start to present a problem later on.
Last chance . . .
Well, at one point I had to get off the mower and back on it, and during this process the needle somehow decided to, uh, "go north" (that's the most delicate way I can put it). Well needless to say I was in some discomfort when I remounted my mower. I made haste to the nearest bathroom facility and extricated the annoyance.
On the plus side my flatulence had a fresh pine scent.
