::I OFFICIALLY AM "THE MAN"::

The museum hallways are being painted in preparation for a traveling exhibit. A teenage girl from the gift shop is talking to our exhibits and security guys about "drinking 40's" and how once she "set off the alarm at the airport with the underwire from [her] bra, and then they totally had to lift up [her] shirt." My door is propped open because its edges had been painted, and I can hear all of this.

I stick my head out of the door and say, "Um, since my door has to be open, I can hear you guys talk, and it's really distracting."

I sit back down at my desk, and I can hear them snickering. "Okay, now we'll talk really quietly about drinking and being all crazy." -- "You're so rude, jeez!"

I popped my head back out: "Guys, I can hear that, too."