In a meeting yesterday with the business unit head (very senior guy), this same client who noticed my shirt casually dropped an N-Bomb. Yes, you read that right. Unsure whether to make a disapproving face, say something, say nothing, or insincerely corporate chuckle, I chose the least logical option:
I fake coughed, leading to a real cough, which shifted the awkwardness back to me. Nice choice.
Also, Erika's O-Face is clearly #2.