A short snippet of dialog from my Monday morning:
Coworker [upon entering Lou’s office]: Do you realize that your sweater is on inside out?
Lou: No… [looks down at her shoulder to see the seam of her sweater] No, I didn’t. Thanks.
Coworker: Do you mind if I tuck in the tag of your t-shirt?
Lou: Knock yourself out.
And so begins another day, disheveled and weary, at the office.