George And The Soiled Trousers

I rewrote this story from an old joke! Please don't put it on your site without my permission. ^^; Thanks!

There once was a middle aged man named George. He was on a business trip to a city a few hours away, and he was traveling there by train. George was very nervous, as this trip was for a promotion, at the office where he worked.

Just before the train was about to start away from the platform, George's stomach felt rather odd. A nervous stomach, almost as if a bout of diarrhoea was about to approach ... Before he could even react, he had a ... Slight accident, and consequently soiled his trousers. Terribly embarrassing! Most disastrous! George thought. And I didn't even bring any spare clothing with me.

George had a minor panic attack --- But then he remembered there was a small clothing shop nearby, on the same block as the train stop. He would quickly nip in, purchase a new pair of suit pants, and dash back onto the train before it departed.

George quickly ran the best he could to the little shop. He grabbed the first clothing item he saw that closely matched his suit jacket. After paying hastily, he dashed back onto the train, just as it started to chug away. George smiled slightly. His plan had worked fine. He waddled his way to the back of the train, towards the bathroom, clutching the bag containing the pants he had just bought. It took him awhile.

It would take you quite awhile, too, if you had trousers full of fecal matter.

At any rate, he reached the little bathroom eventually, and locked himself in. He quickly stripped himself of his soiled clothing, then, realising he'd have to hide the messy things, he wondered what he was going to do.

Ah! George thought. Simple. I'll just toss them out the little window. Such a waste of money ... But what's one to do in such a situation ...

George pushed open the train's little bathroom's window, and tossed his dirty clothes through. That takes care of those. George nodded to himself, quite pleased with his genius thus far.

Standing there, half naked, he opened the bag from the little shop. George looked inside at the contents, which indeed matched his business suit jacket perfectly.

Only ... One problem.

It was another jacket.