The same happened to me once, but it was shoes.
I needed to talk to a professor. Everybody was afraid of the guy. He said I should come in on that and that day.
After some knocking, I opened the door to his office that I was told had been quiet for hours and was presumed empty, and almost got a heart attack when I saw shoes under the table.
Imagine my relief when I opened the door a bit further and discovered there was only a pair of empty shoes. The owner had gone out.
The same happened to me once, but it was shoes.
I needed to talk to a professor. Everybody was afraid of the guy. He said I should come in on that and that day.
After some knocking, I opened the door to his office that I was told had been quiet for hours and was presumed empty, and almost got a heart attack when I saw shoes under the table.
Imagine my relief when I opened the door a bit further and discovered there was only a pair of empty shoes. The owner had gone out.