It turns out there was a final twist in the ‘hitting the kangaroo on the way back from Perth after seeing Beyonce’ saga.
After hitting the roo and slamming on the breaks caused everything in the backseat (including my un-zipped overnight bag) to fall onto the floor, it seems I left a rogue pair of underwear in the car. And they were found. By my boyfriend’s boss.
To be fair they were a black pair and it was dark when I took my things out of the car. Still, I don’t think I’ll be attending the office Christmas party this year. What is your most embarrassing boss related story? I hope it’s worse than this.