I once worked in a large department as a boss. One evening, when all my colleagues left and I stopped, my wife came to me. Word by word, there was sex, and the wife's trousers slipped on the floor. In the morning, I saw them, cleaned them in my box, and for 2 years safely forgot them.
In the promotion decided to disassemble the shirt, and came to these pants. On the way of their appearance I did not remember at all, so I asked my deputy the most logical, as I thought, question:
Natasha, is it yours?
The astonishment in Natasha's eyes deprived her of the gift of speech, but she was able to shake herself:
– No...
I was very busy thinking about raising to analyze the situation, acted "on the machine", so the same question was asked first to six other women - the inhabitants of the cabinet, and then - the son of Zamdira:
Arcadia, isn’t it yours?

At the same time, there was a new boss in my place, who took over my affairs, and in his view I have many other things: respect for me, and the joy that I did not have to work with me, and the panic from the expected process of establishing contact with the team.

At home, I told my wife the story, and she reminded me where I got those trousers from.

As Arkady later told, the rumors went on for six months.