Giving a whole new meaning to "Staying zipped up"

I'm starting to find it hard to blog at work, as I dread one of my bosses, commonly known (to me) as SB for Scary Boss. Though she really gives me no work to do, I don't have an office and my back is to the hallway, so anyone who passes by can see what is on my screen (rarely work).

But this is too good not to share. (Incidentally SB just came by as I wrote this. I tried to subtly change the window...) So recently the company I work for had some jerseys done for a bike tour coming up in the fall. One of my young coworkers just received his today by mail, so he came in to see us obviously excited. The jersey is white and, on its front, has the red silhouette of a biker holding his bike up in the air. When he showed three of us the jersey, one of the girls sitting near me cleverly noticed that the zipper ended at a very stragetic place on the man's body.

So the guy wearing the jersey said "oh, it's event worse when you unzip it" before actually unzipping it and having the zipper thing (a white, drop-shapped thing) land right in that strategic place (for the slow ones out there, it was right in the drawing's crotch). We all died laughing, and as the jersey-wearer went around the office, distinct laughter was heard along his trail.

Good times, and Happy Friday!