Today a sweaty man in his 50s undid his belt, unbuttoned the button, and unzipped his pants at the reference desk. He proceeded to pull out a little golf pencil from his pocket. He returned the pencil to the basket, then zipped back up, buttoned, and fastened the belt and walked away.
(I came to the desk as he was undoing his pants). I looked at my colleague and she just said how are you? because she didn't know what else to say.