At some point during the day, usually without thinking about it, I reach down and check my zipper. Not because I have any reason to believe something is wrong. Just because. Better to know than not to know.
I try to be discreet about it. A quick glance, a subtle check, and we move on. Nobody needs to see that happening. But the alternative, walking around all day without realizing the situation, is a much worse outcome than a slightly awkward self check in a hallway.
It is one of those small habits that exists purely as insurance. You are not expecting a problem. You just know from experience that problems happen, and a two second check costs nothing while walking around oblivious costs considerably more in dignity.
I have no idea when this habit started. At some point my brain just decided this was worth monitoring and added it to the rotation alongside checking if my phone is in my pocket and making sure I have my keys before the door closes. Small, quiet, automatic.
The funny part is the slight discomfort that comes with doing it in public. You try to make it look casual. You reach down and feel the path of the zipper. Closed? Good. Anyone paying attention knows exactly what you are doing. Nobody says anything because everyone has been there.
It is a small thing. But the small things are usually the ones that save you from the moments you would rather not explain.
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