I thought wearing my cool new shirt would be fun and maybe make people wonder what kind of mystifying dude I am. Let’s just say I was pumped.
So imagine my distress when I opened the much-anticipated package after work today and pulled out a shirt that seemed ridiculously tiny with little girly sleeves. Nooooooo! My selection of a men’s size during a late-night shopping impulse was somehow muddled on the other end as a women’s.
Well, I may have the distortion box and the hearing impairment to go with it, but my wife now has a rockin’ new tee. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t care much for it. “If it makes you happy, I’ll wear it.” She’s a keeper.