Yesterday, during the course of my official duties, I ripped my pants. At the seams. Practically, from stem to stern. Which is not all that interesting, really. I mean, I don't wear good clothes to work because I know that they'll get destroyed. But later I noticed that my fly was open and it wasn't because I had forgotten to zip myself, it was because my zipper was broken.
I spend five hours on my feet and I wasn't trying to hide. So someone must have noticed something. But, no one mentioned it. That's what was really strange.