Pants-less 'go tit'

I'd like to blame this on the horribly invasive procedure I just endured. (And before anyone complains about my description, what is more invasive than a scope down the throat and up the wazoo?)

But that's not why I spent most of the day wheeling around the office with my pants unbuttoned and fly open.

I blame my stupid, clumsy fingers. I couldn't do the button, and the zipper was irksome.

Granted, I showed nothing because of my long shirt and seat belt, but still.

The fingers are also why I emailed a colleague and perfect stranger: "go tit, thanks." Obviously, I meant "got it."

I am steeling myself for the sexual harassment class. And they'll probably bring up the pants thing.