Don't Label Me

Getting undressed the other day, I looked down at my gentlmen's area and made a shocking discovery. Stuck to my bits was a sticker that said, "Inspected by J008".

I don't mind admitting a few alarming things went through my head at that point.

• Emergency Contact had unilaterally started a new quality control campaign.
  
  
• The aliens were standardising their approach to abduction.
  
  
• I was getting incredibly forgetful and had handed myself in for some appalling testing.
  
  
• But above all: I've been inspected, sure, but what was the result?

Turns out I was wearing new undies and hadn't got all the labels.