It doesn't have anything to do with travel, I'm afraid - so bear that in mind.
So, we were moving our offices. My boss was away and we had to move his books and desk out of his room.
He called me in the morning.
- Jo - he said - please empty my desk drawers, pack everything in a box and send it home to me. There are quite a few ...hmmm...private things. I hope you won't mind packing them....
- No - I said - Of course, not..
There was something weird in the way he said 'private things'. He sounded like he was ashamed of something, which doesn't really happen.
I didn't think about it too much. I took a key to his drawers and went into the office. The air was stuffy and the desk seemed to be talking to me:
- Don't open me. Don't open me. I'm full of 'priaaaavte things'...
My hands started sweating and shaking, but I had to do it. He asked me and I really had to do it.
'What could it be' - I wondered - 'Some sado-masochistic tools? Leather masks? Chains? Or maybe some kind of a weapon?'
I put the key in the keyhole, turned it and slowly opened the drawer. On the bottom of it, along with some socks that had seen better days, laid 2 pairs of black, worn out....boxer shorts.
My job is full of surprises and unexpected twists...I just LOVE MY JOB!!