There was a man who, a long time ago, was in choir, but didn't have a suit he needed. Someone found a suit he could wear, but it was extra large and he wasn't. Somehow they rolled up or pinned up the pants so he could wear them. The coat could wrap around him twice and it hung down past his knees. He was standing behind the first row of singers waiting to do his solo when he notice itch on his right thigh. It wasn't just a little itch. It was a deep below the skin itch and he couldn't ignore it. He started scratching. I mean, really scratching. He looked down and saw the right pant leg had been pulled up until it disappeared under the jacket. That tickled him so he pulled the left pant leg up until it disappeared and it looked like he wasn't wearing any pants. That's when the choir parted to let him sing. You don't forget that kind of thing.
