I wonder how long I’ve been walking around this morning with my pants zipper fully open.
Hopefully not longer than I did last week. That’s probably a firing offense!
XYZ!
I’ve done that before.
Today, after riding to work, showering and rushing to my office, I threw on some shoes without socks. Now my feet smell. I’ve now put socks on, but I think the smell is still there. I need to go wash my feet.
Best case scenario: Since you went to the rest room.
Worst case scenario: Since you put your pants on.
Is it safe to assume you wear underwear?
Yes, to the underwear. I’ve been trying to remember if I’d gone to the restroom since I’d gotten to work. I think I might have gone when I walked in. Which would put me at only about an hour of exposure. Unusually, I drove to work today, so even if I have been unzipped since I left the house, I wouldn’t have encountered the number of people I’d normally run across on public transportation. Thus, the chances of frightening women and children were greatly reduced.
Raise your hand if you’ve gone to work with the price tag still on your clothes. Or that long sticky strip that shows the size. Embarrassment!
Not that I’d know.
Once I went to my classes at the University wearing felt slippers and mismatched socks. Didn’t realize anything was wrong until roughly noon or so 
At that point I decided, “whatever”, and went on with my classes wearing slippers the whole day
I don’t think I have.
But a few years ago someone commented on my office mate’s new dress. It was a nice looking dress, but the cut seemed really wrong to me. The person making the comment pointed out that the bottoms of the pleats were still fastened together with threads that needed to be cut off. My office mate was pretty embarassed.
Something similar happened to me earlier this year. One of my firm’s lawyers and I traveled to Chicago for a several-week-long trial. I came in early one morning with a new suit on and met with her for a bit. As I turned to leave her office, she called me back. Apparently, I’d failed to cut the thread that separated the tail on the suit’s coat. I felt about five years old as she chided me and had me back up and stand there while she cut the thread.
In high school, the first period after lunch, I was sitting in class and scratched the back of my neck. In doing so, I felt something that shouldn’t have been there: A dryer sheet sticking halfway out of my collar. I walked around for half a day with that thing sticking out! As if I didn’t have enough reasons to be ridiculed in h.s…
Yeah, I was going to mention it to you but we’ve all been snickering about it instead.
**My friend was on the dance floor once and the DJ (her buddy) in the raised booth kept pointing at her like he was trying to tell her something. She looked down and there was a Bounce sheet sticking out of her pantleg, glowing away in the black light.
I once walked around for a few hours with bits of chocolate from a chocolate chip cookie stuck to my face. Thankfully I have freckles which kind of camoflagued it from a distance. I didn’t notice until I looked in a mirror and thought “Those freckles look different…”
Speaking of zippers, my stepdad was flyin’ low one day and I said “HEY JIM! Barn door’s open.” He turned around and zipped up and said “Thank you. Wouldn’t want the stallion to get out.”
I got a decent zipper undone story. Was in town and decided to swing by and see my brother. He was in the real estate biz. Some folks were going to drop by his house shortly to sign/get some papers. He didn’t think it would be professional for me to be there when the did (and my junky ass car probalby would not have made a good impression either). No problem, I"ll go grab a bite to eat and be back in a bit. Get back and he’s all nicely dressed and happy how things went. Then I tell him to look down 
I’ve spent an entire day with an extra sock balled up in the leg of my pants (at the bottom, smartypants). I don’t think it looked particularly weird, but it was an odd thing to find when I took of my pants that day.
During the time my little one was really little, and I was suffering from parenting battle fatigue, I would usually get dressed for work in the dark, or dimly lit room, so as not to awaken SO. I was usually lucky to put on a pair of matching socks. One mid-morning at work, a co-worker pulled me aside in the hallway. She said to me in hushed tones - “You need to go to the men’s room - right now.” My heart skipped a beat as I was sure it was either the open barn door, or worse, a drip. Fortunately, it was only the buttons on my shirt shifted off by one. Whew!!
One of my grad school classmates, who was working full time in a professional capacity while attending school did something similar. Not wanting to wake his wife, who was a new mother, he got dressed in the seim-dark. He sat down in class, bent over to put his books on the floor and let out a quiet “oh shit”. I asked if he was ok, and he moved his feet around to show off a pair of shoes that matched perfectly in design - one brown and one black. His commute was about 45 minutes, so he didn’t have time to go home and change.
Once I went to the movies and the guy taking tickets leaned in close and discretely said: the barn door is open dude!
Once I was in Walmarts - in the toy section no less - and felt a draft. I immediately got very paranoid - how many kids saw it and was I going to be hauled away for exposing myself? I hauled ass out of there.
Those are the only two times I recall having my zipper open, but now I’m very careful to check before I leave the house.
You are lucky it wasn’t underpants!