I woke up kinda slow, turned off the alarm clock, went back to sleep, and woke up at 8:15... having to be at work at 9. What immediately followed was a flurry of activity revolving around me weighing myself, cleaning myself in the shower, finding clothes fit to wear, and getting vitamins and stuff into me as I am hauling ass out the door to the time machine I call a Scion... hoping to get to work on time. The shirt I chose this morning was my brand new grey/white televox shirt, and as I put it on I thought this will never stay clean. I have discussed in the past how I have a rule, and it is if I wear a light colored shirt, I will ALWAYS spill something on it. This is still the rule. I was weaving back and forth between traffic, drinking a chocolate protein shake. I get to a stop light and I am sitting there waiting. In what could have only been frustration, I take a gulp of protein shake way too big to swallow at once. I swallow the first part of it, and I watch in horror as my lips fail me, and protein drink shoots out in a tiny stream from my lips... I watched it begin to fall to earth, and my combat reflexes kicked in. Everything became slow motion as I twisted and contorted and dodged and did everything in my power to get out of the path of the chocolate death raining down toward my shirt. However, I was strapped into my drivers seat, with no where to go, no where to dodge... and the chocolate landed drip by drip on the light colored shirt... As i drove on, I looked at the shirt... maybe no one would notice. Next stop light, I pulled it out to inspect. Yea... it was bad. Possibly irreversible damage has been done. This shirt has been compromised... I looked around, and pulled up the matching game in my mind and started rifling through every memory I had to find where i could get a shirt on the way to work, and I remember the gas station right down the road had recently remodeled, and changed out their booze section for a clothing section. So I went and bought a tshirt for $6... a BRIGHT ORANGE ONE! I AM THE SUN! The only down side is I now have that new tshirt smell... which I am not fond of. Also, they had all kinds of insanely bright clothing like shorts and stuff there... I may have to go back tomorrow and see what all they have. Gas station clothes could be my new fashion...
Posted on: Thu, 24 Jul 2014 14:32:26 +0000
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