Rolled into the office today with a candy rapper stuck to my scarf and one knee high boot unzipped completely, flapping with each step. I look up and notice the lobby of adult probation clients (waiting to see their case workers, daily occurrence) looking at me like I'm a mess. Quickly stuck the wrapper in my purse and gave zipping the boot another go. Alas, it's seen it's final zip. Distraught with the loss of my boot (and how I'm not a legit adult,) I sigh and say, "that's how that is now." I look up and realize they're all still watching, then lower my head and hit the elevator button again. -OR- I'm intentionally making it appear as if I've fought off a group of hungry bears everyday in order to show clients how dedicated their county workers are.