Maurice hurriedly yanked his belt free and down flunked his shorts and pants.
The women in the room were opened mouthed, they waved their hands and cried no…no…no!
One by one they pinched their blouse as a belated gesture of your shirt! Your shirt!
Maurice froze in panic. He now felt he was a little hasty in his response to the commands of the airport security.
His wife and kids were stunned. Their first holiday abroad and already it hadn’t been at all what it had cracked up to be.