I've got a back brief you can't lose it

Today we were having a back brief, which seems to be a management spawned term for a meeting participant giving a synopsis of a meeting to people who were not there.

Just as the boss was firing up the BB, P saw my new pants. She remarked on them.

P - 'Are those new pants?'

Me - 'Why yes, aren't they spiffy? I feel like one of those man models that cruises around with a jacket hanging off the crook of a finger.

Then ... I stood up and kind of swished my hips side to side while lifting bending my knee slightly opposite to the swivel.

For some reason I kept going ... and the BB people kept watching me ... more swiveling and knee pronating ... more watching.

Eventually the boss, who had taken in breath prior to starting the BB, expelled an '... errr ... maybe we should start.'

I have no idea how long I was swishing my new pants covered legs around for but it must have been a good while.

I blame my previous record of having no one interested in what I was wearing unless A) it was funny looking or B) I was wearing that all brown outfit of mine that made me look like an animatronic poo ... which let's face it, is still pretty much A).