Untitled - Thomas English

I was teaching an accounting class in room 207 of the business college.  When I teach, I walk back and forth across the front of the room.  A girl in the front row held up a hand written sign and I read it out loud.  It read “your zipper is open.”  I looked at the girl and she rolled her eyes as if to say “I was trying to be discrete and you messed it up.”  I certainly had.  The class had a very good laugh at my expense.  Ever since that class some 15 years ago whenever someone is smiling at me I check my zipper behind the podium.  I apparently have irreparable psychological damage.