Cold As A New Razor Blade

I demonstrated, somewhat to my embarrassment, this morning, that after a long night, I am prone to display my primate heritage.

Absent mindedly writing my notes at the desk, I was shakne from my reverie by a coughing from across the desk.

I glanced up. 'Yes?', I enquired.

My SHO trying not to meet my gaze. 'You're... ummmm...'; 'Yes?', quoth I; 'You're... scratching yourself'.

I glanced down.

My hand, unbidden had answered the call of the wild, and I had disgraced myself on Majors, all too in touch with my inner chimp.