I would have been judged

Today at work I stepped into a bathroom stall merely to un-tuck and re-tuck my shirt. When I came out, two co-workers that I don't really talk to stared at me as I started to walk away without washing my hands. Short story shorter, I washed my hands out of fear of judgement. Oh wait...nevermind, it's probably for the best. That dead squirrel I found earlier today was NOT as fuzzy as I thought it would be, by the way. If only I had worn a pink bunny costume to work in the first place I could have avoided this whole awkward situation! No shirt to tuck in!