Everyone in my company has to practically pass right down the “hallway” outside my cube’s half wall to get to the can. Today everyone is slowing down, and giving me a second glace. So I’m getting all paranoid - is my bra showing? Do I have lipstick on my teeth? Do they know I’m surfing porn?

Negative on all of those. They’re all reading the sign pimping the daughters girl scout cookies. The sign that yours truly put up last week, and promptly forgot about.

Silly me.