I was in Derry, Northern Ireland back in November of 2015. I was there to conduct a training class for a
group of new hires in our brand new office.
JM and his wife came over at the same time, as JM was supposed to be
taking over the office and getting it established. His wife only stayed a week, but JM and I
stayed two.
During that second week, we were inseparable. We dined together, went to the movies
together, went shopping together…you name it, we did it together. There was one night that we were supposed to
be going to dinner, and I went by his hotel room to pick him up. When JM opened the door, he wasn’t wearing
any pants! From the waist up, he was
impeccably dressed, as always. From the
waist down…underwear and socks.
I felt a bit uncomfortable and asked if he needed more
time. He replied that he was ironing his
pants, and he’d be ready in a few minutes.
He asked me to come in and share a drink with him. I’m not a big drinker, but he laid it on
thick when he told me that he had gotten a bottle of his favorite whiskey, and
he didn’t have anyone to share it with.
I took a small glass, which I sipped sparingly, and he jovially talked
about his day while he stood there in his underwear...glass of Jameson in one
hand, iron in the other!
