I was getting in the elevator after work and there was a middle aged man already in the elevator and he had undone his tie, untucked his shirt, and unbuttoned it half way down his abdomen.
What the heck?! I don't want to be riding alone in an elevator looking at some stranger's pot belly. Um, hello. You're not at home yet. You need to keep your clothes on.
I don't think I've ever stared so hard at the numbers before.