I crack myself up. I'm always looking for a reason to laugh and if that means manufacturing it myself then so be it.
I sell mattresses for a living: Serta to be specific, love those sheep. Anyway, my supervisor decided to take us all to the Halloween showing of "Rocky Horror Picture Show". Now I love costumes and would have loved to dress the part. However I was in the process of moving (and endless painting) and didn't really have time to come up with anything. I decided to wear my jammies and my Serta robe since it would be late when I got home. I was comfortable although covered with popcorn, toast and a spilled drink.
The next week I was telling the Serta rep about our adventure and told him I was going to wear my jammies and robe to the next sales meeting the following morning. He told me I didn't have the guts. As he went out the door he TRIPLE DOG DARED me. Silly boy.
The next morning I showed up at 8:25 am (20minutes later than usual) in my jammies, robe and Serta sheep slippers and mumbled something about oversleeping. The rep (John) and everyone else's jaws dropped to the floor as our owner, Joe (known as a hard ass), sternly told me that we needed to talk as soon as the meeting was over. I hung my head "sheepishly" as my supervisor glared at me. John hung his head as well and couldn't even make eye contact with me.
When the meeting was over John mouthed the words "I'm sorry" across the room. I couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. I then explained that I called Joe the night before to o.k. it with him and to make sure none of the "big wigs" from Serta would be there. He not only gave me permission, he wanted to mess with John.
We all had a good laugh at John sweating the whole meeting thinking he had goaded me into getting into trouble. I do love a good practical joke.