Then it did get worse. Luke was told that he had to remove his trousers! “Erm… is there some other trousers to wear?” he asked, looking hopefully at the empty cellophane wrapping. “No.” he’s told. “Pants then?” he quizzed. “No.” he’s told.
“Surely you don’t expect me to wear a jacket and no trousers?!“
“It’s a tunic.“ the concierge impatiently reminded him.
With great reluctance, Luke shyly and nervously removed his shoes and trousers. The concierge looks him up and down. “Did you miss the instruction that stated that you must be clean-shaven for induction?” she sternly said.
“Erm…. I am clean-shaven.” he gulped, running his nervous fingers over his smooth hairless chin.
“Not entirely,” she said, glaring at his legs. “We’ll have to do something about all that unsightly hair! Take your tunic off!”
