It was our last day at the production plant. Being the perfect gentleman I am and for the common good of lesser mortals, my good friend (maybe the most sincere trainee of our batch) and I decide to re-visit the ghosts of Christmas past… For later, we were to embark upon the mysterious adventure that they call 'field-work', a mere epithet for being publicly humiliated for one's inefficiency, bereft of the customary uniform.
