Remember those terror filled dreams you used to have in junior high school? Sure you do. There's no way you could forget walking through the school hallways - wearing just your underwear, could you? I bet a chill is running up and down your spine right now as we speak, isn't it? And what about that overwhelming sense of relief, when after catching your breath and wiping the sweat from your brow, you realized it was just a dream.
So I'm at work yesterday worrying about how many more days I can go before I have to shine my shoes. Knowing I should have shined them three days ago, I look down. What do you suppose I see sticking halfway out the bottom of my pants, laying on top of my black shoe and illuminating the entire office like a city search light? The dreaded dryer sheet. How many of my trusted pals and work cohorts saw the Dave-is-a-geek billboard? All of em'. How many told me about it? None of em'. I might as well have been walking down the school hallway with a "I am a nerd" sign taped to my back.
Aren't some of the things we worry about kind of silly? Actually, I didn't take the dryer sheet incident seriously. At last count it's about the tenth time I've done it. Now if I were to be caught walking down the school hallway in my undies, I'd take that very seriously. Even writing about it out loud gives me the creeps! All in all I'd say we need to wear more dryer sheets to work and lighten up a bit on ourselves.
Relax now, you're dreaming. Those aren't real snakes in your bed.