I love boxy shirts. The kind that don’t have the fitted feminine shape to them, but are in a big boxy square shape. Doubles as a parachute, I figure.
Basically, they’re excellent Ultra-Comfy Wear. Makes me feel like I’m wearing jammies all day.
One day in LA, I had found me a gray-colored boxy-shaped T-shirt for sale. And as an additional bonus, it even had bright pink-colored wording on it. Bein’ a lover of the color pink, this shirt has been one of my go-to ones for the past several years.
So I was surprised when the sis had made a comment to me about it one day.
the sis: “What made you buy that shirt?”
me: “Huh? This shirt? Why?”
the sis: “Geez… That shirt looks so…eighties.”
I looked down at it. There was just one paint stain on the side of it. But the rest of it was ship-shape, lookin’ almost like I had bought it just yesterday.
me: “I got it cuz it’s pink.”
the sis: “The style shows your age, you know. Looks like you should be wearing a sweat band on your forehead too.”
me: “Humph. I don’t care. I love this shirt. Stop dissin’ it, yo.”
the sis: “Whatever Wham.”