Its rare that I make a fashion faux-pas, but you see, I rarely wear anything that qualifies as fashionable. I think this qualifies though.
Yesterday morning I got out of bed and put on the first shirt in my drawer. It was a Maui dive shop t-shirt I picked up in… um…. Maui. The next morning Michelle and kathy were leaving for Maui, without me. I realized that the shirt might appear as some sort of whiney statement (that I’d not anticipated (though Freud says that there are no mistakes)), so I pulled on a long sleeve shirt.
Later, I met up with some friends for a beer and was immediately asked about my shirt by a friend. He asked when I got it, which made me realize I got it from his ex. It was kind of funny, but only because I put the shirt on to hide my other shirt. I should have put on a coat, I guess.