If you read my shirt, you'd understand.
Yesterday morning, I got dressed for work, and from my armoire (yes, I have an armoire) I pulled a navy blue t-shirt that my parents got me for Christmas this year. It says, "If you met my family, you'd understand." It's funny, it's my type of humor, and I've actually said that before. The fact that my parents gave it to me makes it that much better. So that's what I wore yesterday. No big deal.
After work, Sarah and I had some errands to run, and while we were out, we grabbed some grub at Friday's. As I was eating my dessert, two women at the table next to us got up to leave. It was a woman, probably in her 40s, and her mother. The younger one walked over to our table and said, "Excuse me, can I show my mother your shirt?" The mother thought it was a little funny, but then she laughed when I said my parents bought it for me.
The daughter said she has a few brothers and that it was a great shirt. She was nice enough, but I really did just want to finish eating. She said "thank you" and as they were leaving, the mother said this wonderful little tidbit into her daughters ear:
"They probably think you're a cuckoo."
After work, Sarah and I had some errands to run, and while we were out, we grabbed some grub at Friday's. As I was eating my dessert, two women at the table next to us got up to leave. It was a woman, probably in her 40s, and her mother. The younger one walked over to our table and said, "Excuse me, can I show my mother your shirt?" The mother thought it was a little funny, but then she laughed when I said my parents bought it for me.
The daughter said she has a few brothers and that it was a great shirt. She was nice enough, but I really did just want to finish eating. She said "thank you" and as they were leaving, the mother said this wonderful little tidbit into her daughters ear:
"They probably think you're a cuckoo."