I feel like such a berk at work today.
My obsessional application of deodorant in the morning has already been well-chronicled. Having noticed that the armpit fabric on my work-shirts is getting quite damaged by the gallons of Mitchum which are slapped on every day, I decided this morning to put a t-shirt under my work-shirt (something I used to do religiously but have recently gotten out of the habit). My work-shirt just happened to be a blue short-sleeve shirt.
I've since noticed that the sleeves on my t-shirt are significantly longer than those on my work shirt, and I've got these ridiculous white cuff-like things hanging out the end.