Hair: Remember the time I was going from the second floor of the restaurant down to the first in the lift, and the doors closed so I unbuttoned, and quickly reached into my shirt to get the pesky hair that had fallen off my head and lodged itself in my bra and had been bugging me all day, and as I was fishing for it, the doors opened again because I forgot to hit "1" and our bistro full of people saw me, in chef attire, with my hand down my shirt? Ha I remember that too.....It was awful.