I was feeling so good this morning. I blew dry my hair. I was wearing one of my favorite jackets. I was ready to take on Tuesday.
As soon I arrived at work, I stood up before a room full of newly hired associates who are only six days on the job. I was addressing the group with 4 other members of the leadership team, each of us talking about our background and our role at the site.
When it was my turn, I was specifically trying to keep my hands by my side as I talked. I tend to use them A LOT when public speaking. Or I clasp them in front of me. The “crotch-clasp” (as I have thought of it more than once) is a Toastmaster no-no. Best to keep your hands by your side.
Oh how today, I wish I would have crotch-clasped.
You see, I left the office after we concluded our little song and dance and drove to an appointment across town. Thirty minutes and two more “polite” people later, as I am driving back from the appointment, I realize that my zipper is down.
It has likely been down.
The whole time.
It takes only a second to then remember that my boss was oddly smirking at me after my introduction. I was actually noticing that he missed a belt loop on his pants and wondering if I should tell him about it when I saw he was looking at me weird. Did I say something strange during my intro?
No… I don’t think so.
My oh my, how oblivious I was.
Once I got back to work, I got out of the car and tested my pants three times to see if they gapped when the fly was down. I really needed to reassure myself that no one was able to see my underthings.
At this point, I could care less who in the parking lot saw what I was doing. To my minor relief, it appears I may have dodged a much more embarrassing situation. The pants stay closed when the zipper is open.
Or not. Who knows.
No one noticed…or more likely, no one wanted to tell me.
After all, I decided not to tell my boss about his belt loop.
I did not want to embarrass him.
By the way, if you are not familiar with the Mom-ism above, “XYZPDQ” is Examine Your Zipper, Pretty Darn Quick.