What do you do when a man walks in with his fly open? This has always been a dilemma for me, the appropriate action to take. Ignoring it never seems an option since you’re riveted to its unsightly presence especially when the guy is so oblivious.
He’s getting coffee, checking his iPhone while you think any minute you know what’s gonna pop out like a Jack in The Box. I’m always reminded of my mother who held no prisoners under any circumstances, casually strolling up to whoever it was simply saying, hey buddy…the candy store’s open, as though she just told him he left his lights on.
Not beating around the bush is sort of a legacy, right? One I’ve not inherited, and with such charm, at least in this case.