And I wore it like that all day. It buttons up the front, but it’s loose enough that I can take it off the hanger and put it on, still buttoned, then secure it with a belt. I just now looked down and realized the buttons are inside.
They say if you wear your clothes inside out by accident (has to be by accident), you’ll have good luck. I wouldn’t say this was an unlucky day: for one thing, I got a burnt burger, and Ralphs didn’t have any crispers. But maybe I was saved from something I don’t know about.
I once watched a very drunken friend try unsuccesfully for about 10 minutes to get his sneakers on… the wrong feet. (Y’know, left one on the right foot, and widdershins)
He finally turned 'em upside down, wrapped the laces back around foot and sneaker, tied a sloppy knot, and announced, “Awright, godammit, let’s go.” We decided maybe staying in and having a pizza delivered was a better idea than heading out.
[sub]In retrospect, that was a bad idea, too; his pizza only stayed down for about 2 hours. At least it was his own apartment that got… soiled.[/sub]
What if you find out that your shirt is inside out before a job interview? Can you change and still bypass the bad luck, or are you screwed either way?
a girl i once knew came home from a date, somewhat tipsey. She was introduced to mom’s new boyfriend, and she stayed and talked for a while. afterwards when she went to get undressed for bed, her clothes were on inside out. now she knew the reason for mom’s look of perturbedness and boyfriend’s look of bemusement. and yep, it was a sex thing.
I sneaked off during a party with a friend to…ummm…tear one off, and I put my shirt on inside-out. Oh, the horror. The snickers are still audible in my memory’s ear.
At least most of the time it’s not too easy to tell…
Boyfriend and I were umm… yeah… but we had to get back home in time to go to church with my parents for Easter Mass.
Sometime halfway through the sermon I realized that the shorts I was wearing (yeah, yeah horribly casual for mass but whatever) were inside out. I am sooo damn lucky that no one noticed or commented on them before I could go to the car and fix them.
But I did know a guy in junior high who intentionally wore his shirts inside out because the tag and the seams rubbing his skin made him uncomfortable. He was strange.