A problem.

A couple of days ago, before I left work to go home, I stopped in the ladies' room. After washing my hands, I glanced in the mirror and noticed something odd. I gave a pull to my shirt -- thick, durable cotton -- just to make sure.

Yep. My nipples were giving me a standing salute.

I stood there for a moment, in a mix of slight panic and puzzlement, hoping no one came in while I was staring at my breasts. This looked very strange. I tried to figure out what may have triggered this. I hadn't given them any physical stimulation -- which would have looked a bit strange while I sat at my desk -- felt any sort of sexual arousal -- difficult in my stale, beige cubicle while sorting through old police investigations -- or been subjected to excessively chilly temperatures. Maybe it's a talent -- a simple thought of "Up!" is all I need.