so today i was helping this woman try on shoes, and she starts coming back from the mirror and says "by the way, your fly is open"...yeah. so i figured it had been a good hour and a half since i'd come back from the bathroom, so that's a good chunk of viewing time. plus it was the busiest day at Einarson's that i've ever worked. greeeat. but i check when i came home and luckily my pants didn't show anything. yay. crisis averted. but i still feel like a moron.