Today I went to my office, sat down to read email, and got dragged out by a security officer. Turned out we had a bomb threat and they shut the whole campus down for two hours and sent us home. I had to meet a candidate for an adjunct job, so I called and met him at a nearby coffee shop instead. He was so nice, so smart, had such great credentials, and was willing to work for our salary. He was perfect--until he had to admit that he had left his previous long term employment as a result of being on the wrong side of a sexual harassment suit.

I didn't want to run screaming, or call in the bomb squad, so I stood around and talked with him for a while in the parking lot, thanking him for driving in, etc.

When I went back into my office, I realized that my jeans had been unzipped the whole time. My shirt wasn't tucked in, but it's not really long, and I don't think the fly was indecently open, but poor guy! He must have noticed--but it was impossible for him to say anything, given the context of our conversation.

Next time I leave the house, I am definitely looking in a full-length mirror. Or maybe not wearing jeans to work, even if it is Friday.