Well, it has happened twice today thus far. Two people, whom I see fairly regularly, have complimented my shirt. These are two people whose fashion sense I don’t share. You can imagine my chagrin when Sue (co-worker) complimented my shirt. Sue, the one whom I play nice with but really abhore. shudder Then the coffee clerk, the one who wears matching purple eyeshadow, lipstick and sweater, commented on my nice shirt too.
Naturally I now must devest myself of this grotesque shirt. I thought it was kinda cute when I bought it, a little to frilly perhaps, but still an interesting piece of clothing. Obviously I was wrong. I now can see it is a hideous rag unfit for even goat consumption.
