Being part of modern society we must invest in clothing for various occasions to be socially acceptable in public. While a three-piece suit can get you into an exclusive restaurant the same can't be said for a swimming suit.
This pointless intro brings me to my story. I was at work last week sitting with my fellow producers. It was business as usual as we prepared for our respective shows. I looked over at Mario, a co-worker, and noticed his shirt. I kept thinking to myself "Boy that shirt looks familiar. Where have I seen that shirt before?"
I finally came to the realization that I had a shirt exactly like that one. I also remembered that I hadn't seen my shirt in a few months... otherwise I would have worn it.
So I turned to Mario and jokingly asked "Are you wearing my shirt?"
(This shirt looks nothing like the shirt in this story)
He told me "No," that he bought this shirt months ago. Still I couldn't get over the fact that it looked so similar to mine own.
So I asked him where he bought the shirt and he replied "Goodwill." Then it came back to me that I dropped three bags of clothing off at a goodwill destination a few months ago. I asked which Goodwill and it was the exact store I donated mine to. Everything was matching up... except one crucial piece of evidence.
"That can't be mine," I told Mario "My shirt had a stai..."
As he turned around, I spotted the final clue that would unwrap this mystery; a stain.
It was my shirt. I gave it away simply because I couldn't get over the stain... however Mario didn't seem to mind it staring people back in the face. Kinda like that bleach pen commercial where the stain talks over the guy in the interview.
We both got a good laugh that I donated a piece of clothing and my co-worker bought it. From this point on, we decided to take out the middle man and I will give all my hand-me-downs to him.
2 comments:
If I didn't know "Mario," I'd think he was made up. I guess he kind of is.
What's this "give" Mario your clothing bit? Charge that fool. And charge him A LOT.
Hee hee. That was a funny day. Who buys a shirt with a big stain on the front? Silly Mario. (who is paranoid about being on the Internet, by the way, and therefore wants to be referred to by the fake name of Ruddiford or something like that).
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