Punch yourself in the nuts and ask if you can go home.I spilled mustard on my crotch and have nothing in my cubicle to clean it off with. There's a bunch of people in the break room, and there's no way to hide it by going to the bathroom (without looking like I pi--ed myself).
Khakis? KHAKIS!??!?!?!!? :angry1:just stand up and yell, "I have FU©KING MUSTARD on my FU©KING KHAKIS"
Hey, they already think you're weird, just own it. ;D
That's how I learned the back pack trick. People start to give you funny looks if you've been in your bag for 20 min and still haven't found anything. I hated grade school.Does'nt anyone rememver junior high when you walked around with your shirt untucked all the time to hide that raging boner.