Me: Walking down the hall...
Student: OMG, Dr. M! I LOVE YOUR OUTFIT!
Me: (grinning) Calm down, E, this isn't a belt--it's because I hurt my back.
What I wore: Ugly back brace.
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Me: Looking all around my office, and then in a stroke of sheer genius patting the top of head... (nope), and then defeatedly asking student--"L, can you see my glasses anywhere?"
Student: (calmly) They're ON your face.
What I wore: Reading glasses.
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Me: Chuckling to myself because there's a sign in the faculty break room that says, "Your mom doesn't work here! Do your own dishes." And At had rightly remarked that their mom DID work there and righteously asked why "mom" and not "parent?" And then I realized that despite all that, At had left some unwashed silverware by the side of the sink.
What I wore: A smirk. You know what they say about socialists and sinks.