Skyward With Embarrassment

The face goes beetroot red, skyward goes the eyes when someone says. “You flies are flying half-mast.” That someone who says it is always someone of the opposite sex. It is never a nudge and a wink from one of your friends so you can hide yourself to do up your zip. It has to be a member of the opposite sex. They must stand outside the toilet just waiting for someone to appear, then in a voice that could be heard across the Atlantic just so everyone can hear. “Hey mister your flying half-mast.” A quick glance, face goes a beetroot red, hands fumble for the zip as big smiles come from all around and the voice box is now long gone. You shrink away to hide until the beetroot red face returns to normal again, then continue on your way, but stop and look around as the voice box has caught another one who looks skyward with embarrassment. 3 April 2010