The meeting itself was not stressful.  Just a few updates, some strategy discussion, nothing major at all.

Therefore, I don’t know if it was the chair, which was leather.

I don’t know if it was the air in the office, which felt kind of stuffy.

I don’t know if it was my attire, which was a shirt and tie (and of course pants, stop snickering).

Whatever the cause, my back started to sweat.  The kind of sweat that began rolling off my back.  Landing on my clothes.  Shirt, pants, underwear, the whole deal.

Soon, I began to wonder, “Is the sweat beginning to show on my back?  On the chair?  On my butt?”

The meeting’s primary goal was soon becoming, “How do I exit with some shred of dignity still attached to my being (and rear)?”

Back out slowly, look ’em in the eye, and never let ’em see you sweat (especially not on your behind).