Sometimes I would plunk a vial in my pocket and scramble off to school. Imagine what it does to a class to have the teacher, absentmindedly pull a medicine bottle from his pocket, go hummm and announce that he's a parent again. That was usually followed by the manditory passing of the vial around the room.

Disconcerted a bunch of history teachers and profs at a luncheon that way too.

On the rare occasion that teacher wore a sport coat, it became common knowledge there were too many vials of eggs hatching to carry just with shirt and slacks. Years later, while covering for another staff member on lunch room duty, a young lady came up and asked if she could ask a personal question. "Sure, probably... :) "  "Are you the guy who walks around with fish eggs in his pockets?"

It could have been worse. ;)