Clean Shirts are Overrated

This morning, I did something that I don’t think I’ve done in the 3 1/2 years I’ve worked at my present job.

I ironed my t-shirt before coming in to work.

For some reason, when I pulled my corporate-logo-bearing shirt from the bottom drawer, it struck me that I should invest some pride in my appearance and my representation of my company. I didn’t want to wear a wrinkled mass of cotton like I do on so many other days, so I busted out the ironing board and iron and proceeded to erase the wrinkles from my clean, white t-shirt. I came to work casual, yet proud.

Then at lunch, while I was eating my black bean chicken, my napkin slipped just as I dropped a sauce-laden green pepper into my lap. The napkin absorbed the brunt of the splash, but a small dribble did strike directly over my belly button. It looks like I’ve busted a seal or something. And to make matters even better, as I walked out the door of the restaurant to my bicycle, a passing bird crapped on my shoulder.

Let this be a lesson to you. Nature abhors a clean shirt.

No Responses to “Clean Shirts are Overrated”

  1. spoonix Says:

    Shouldn’t that last line be:

    “Nature abhors” a clean shirt.


  2. Ken Says:

    So. You wear an ironed shirt to work, then ride a bike to lunch in the Texas summer.


  3. Lola Says:

    Now I can see why “pride goeth before the fall” so rings true.

  4. Matt Roth Says:

    Happy Friday the 13th! It just hit you a day early!

  5. Kaetchen Says:

    Of course, it also took me until 2:30 today to realize that I walked across the entire campus with VTL (visible thong line).

  6. Kaetchen Says:

    I am so tempted to make a reference to karma and/or your kitchen, but must go laugh my ass off instead.

  7. ABQ woman Says:

    You crack me up. Can I use this as an excuse not to do the ironing this week?

    Your sister, who’s kinda sorry she missed the opportunity to see you presentable :-)