The boss got up. He didn't know WHAT to do. He couldn't go back to work like this, and certainly couldn't exit through the restaraunt. People could see him! He decided to climb out the window, where his end table was. As he propped his tiny, muscular form on top of the table, his socks fell off his feet, and landed near the table.
The boss propped his bare feet on the rim of the table.
He thought about getting back onto the floor to retrieve his
socks, but what would be the point of that? He couldn't possibly fit his feet into them.
But, while he hesitated, his other clothing continued to
become cumbersome on his rapidly dwindling frame. His pants
and undershorts slipped off and fell to the floor at the
base of the toilet.
"Damn!" the boss muttered.
He pulled himself onto the windowsill and pushed open the
window. By this point, his coat and shirt was weighing
him down heavily. He pulled the enormous shirt and coat over his head and dropped it to the floor, which looked a good distance
below him.
Grabbing a pen, he wrote a letter which read;
'Dear whoever reads this letter,
I am not very well, so you take my job until I'm better.
signed, the boss'
And stuck it on the bathroom door.
The boss stood naked in the window. he now grabbed a handerchief and wrapped it, toga-like, round his body.
Grabbing another one, he jumped and floated down.
Soon, he was out.
Now, he had to get out! but How?