My office is a danger zone. I am a middle school librarian, and the library office is the largest office in the building... sometimes it gets used as a psuedo classroom. Aides will take students in there to make up work because it's quiet.

Unfortunately, my office is also where I hang my clothes to dry when they are all sweaty, I wear my roadie lycra on the commute. Fortunately, my own aide is usually on the ball, and can swoop into the office on a seconds notice to throw my jersey or something over my sports bra so that unsuspecting children will not be scarred by the sight of it. She really deserves a raise for having to deal with my cycling togs.