The Pie Whisperer

Yesterday I picked up a pack of white t-shirts. I was in a bit of a rush when I picked them up, so I really didn’t pay too much attention to the packaging. It wasn’t until this morning when I opened the package (and by upon, I mean tore to shreds) that I discovered I’d bought v-neck t-shirts. In my entire history of wearing t-shirts, I don’t think I’ve ever wore a v-neck t-shirt, but I was in a bit of a rush this morning so I put one on and went off to work.

When I got to work I realized that the button-down shirt I’m wearing looks funny when it’s buttoned up one down from the top. Awkwardly funny. So I undid the second button, which wouldn’t have been an issue if I was wearing a crew neck t-shirt. But I’m not and with the v-neck, it looks like I’m not wearing anything under my button down shirt, which is a problem.

You see, I’m not “shirt wide open exposing his chest” guy and that’s exactly how I look now. It’s bugging me. Really bugging me. To the point I actually considered going out at lunch and buying some new t-shirts to change into. I decided against that, though, as in a brief moment of sanity I realized that such an act was a little too neurotic, even for me.

So for the rest of the day, I’m swarthy open shirt guy. I think I might go home early.