Mortician VII

Jet and I had a rare snit. In my pajamas I left the kitchen to visit the bathroom, there was a single bathroom, shared by the two student couples. I did my thing. Oh-Oh, Jet has me locked out and wanted me to beg to enter.

Instead I went down to the casket display room in the basement of the mortuary and selected shirt, pants, belt and shoes from the clothes used to dress a corpse.

I took a quarter from the petty cash and walked a block to the Hawk Tavern and had a 15c glass of beer.

There was a problem. All shirts and suit coats used to dress a body are slit down the back to ease the dressing of a stiff. I kept my backside toward the wall and sat in the corner as I had a slit down the back of my shirt.

In about 10 minutes I returned to my apartment and was greeted warmly by a worried wife.