Who looks at their nails? Is that a girl thing?
In 1967 my Mom explained to me that it was easier to take my top off with the crossed-arm thing, and my Dad told us that I should not do that because it was a girl thing. I continued taking my shirt off by
– reaching over the top, grabbing the back of my shirt about half way down, bunching it up and pulling it over my head–
until I got too old, fat, and stiff to do that. Now I normally start by pulling the collar over my head.
Also, you look at the sky. I’ll sit here with my back to the wall, and a good view of the exits, while you tell me what you see.