Story of my life, part 2

Yesterday at work, I walked around and helped customers for at least 5 minutes with a dance belt hanging from my nametag. There is only one item we carry in the store that makes me blush, and somehow I didn't feel it hanging there from my neck for 5 minutes. I must have inadvertently hooked it to my lanyard while I was digging for men's tights in the back room.
Good times.
In other news, ever since I saw the 3rd Harry Potter movie I've wanted an excuse to say this:

Is that really what my hair looks like from the back?