Everyone Loves an Irish Girl
This phrase was on a cute green T-shirt I used to wear on St. Patrick's Day. I have a little Irish blood (and Swedish, English, Dutch, and Scottish--all the folks with zero skin pigmentation), so I figured I was entitled (T-shirt entitlement. How sad).
One morning a couple of years ago, Mom called me last-minute to run an errand at the mall. I was still in my PJs, so I grabbed that T-shirt and a pair of jeans and ran out the door.
Later that afternoon as I was standing in line at the food court, a pervy little old man sidled up to me.
He very pointedly (and slowly) read my T-shirt.
Then he raised his eyebrows lasciviously and said...
EVERYONE???
Buh-bye T-shirt.
Donated it the next day.
No comments:
Post a Comment