One day, after spending the morning vaccinating horses, I dashed into town to run a few errands, including depositing a cheque in the bank. I reached into my pocket to pull out the cheque and also got a handful of needles and syringes, which I then tried to stuff back in before anyone noticed. The teller never said a word.
I also reached into the pocket of my 'town coat' in the lobby of a museum for some change, and accidentally spilled oats all over the carpet. I spent the rest of the day trying to remember why on earth there were oats in the pocket of my town coat.
Luckily, I work in the office of an equine vet clinic that is located in a barn, so my 'barn shoes' don't put off a stink that's not already there. ;-)