Professor Frank Mishgon was an “old school” college instructor. His world was still one of the last centuries when Men were men and seemingly ran the world.
He was of that breed that refuses to see that the world changes and tries like the little Dutch boy to stem the flood of change with a finger.
For years, he dominated the stark, wood-paneled lecture hall, sending his bushy-eyed glare across the multitude of confused youthful faces.
This year, due to medical issues which made the incontinence measures necessary, he was particularly fierce. He was especially more so with his growing population of outspoken young women.
Day after day, they endured his diatribes. His class was necessary to pass for most and as such, they were at his mercy.
One fine day, he awoke from a not so deep sleep after grading papers, to discover to his further fury, that his housekeeper had mislaid his medicine and that he was running a bit behind time.
He was forced to make the rather uncomfortable decision to resort to adult diapers.