Sartorial Choices For Sports Fans
I'm at work, setting up the morning coffee station when a resident walks up to hover while he waits for me to finish brewing the coffee.
Resident: You must be a Raiders fan.
Me: ???
I ask him to repeat the comment because, given the lack of context, I have no idea what inspired it and assume I misheard him. But no, I heard correctly.
Me: Well, I guess if I watched football I'd probably be a Raiders fan. Better colors than the 49ers.
Resident: But you're wearing a skull!
This is said in the most incredulous voice imaginable, as if there is absolutely no other reason one might wear sweater with a skull on the back. I turn to face him and give him the creepiest smile I can manage.
Me: I just like skeletons.
He didn't react at all, which is too bad, because I was hoping he'd stop hanging over my shoulders every morning if he thought I was a weird Morticia Addams type. Maybe I should have agreed that I was a Raiders fan...
Resident: You must be a Raiders fan.
Me: ???
I ask him to repeat the comment because, given the lack of context, I have no idea what inspired it and assume I misheard him. But no, I heard correctly.
Me: Well, I guess if I watched football I'd probably be a Raiders fan. Better colors than the 49ers.
Resident: But you're wearing a skull!
This is said in the most incredulous voice imaginable, as if there is absolutely no other reason one might wear sweater with a skull on the back. I turn to face him and give him the creepiest smile I can manage.
Me: I just like skeletons.
He didn't react at all, which is too bad, because I was hoping he'd stop hanging over my shoulders every morning if he thought I was a weird Morticia Addams type. Maybe I should have agreed that I was a Raiders fan...