Checked Breast #9
This morning I removed from one of my pieces of clothing a sticker that read "Checked Best #9". Being in a waggish mood, I affixed said sticker to my décolletage.
The city has declared our block a no-parking zone today, but many of us misread the signs and thought it applied only to the west side of the street. Today at 7:30, when I rushed outside to move Samson, I noticed several other cars still on the street, but only one I could positively attach to a particular house. Being a good neighbor, and seeing a light on, I rang the doorbell and told the sleepy homeowner she should move her car if she wasn't leaving soon.
Now, I doubt she noticed, as she looked like she'd been up for all of 5 minutes, but I sure turned bright pink a few minutes later, when I looked in the mirror and noticed that my bust was still "Checked Best #9".
Quality Control. It's what Minneapolis does best.