MPN11.
Pretty much "Snap!", only my little team were sucked in 24on/48off.
One evening CDS and his entourage required a briefing at short notice and so I hastily threw my suit jacket on, gathered up my notes and slides and headed off.
As I started I was initially under the uncomfortable impression that he was actually nodding off, as he kept looking down at my feet.
It was only on getting back to my desk that I realized I was still wearing my soft moccasins ( liberally sprinkled with white paint from house decoration) having kicked off my shoes earlier on.
Last edited by Haraka; 22nd Jan 2016 at 13:09.