...you go to the mall and cannot for the life of yourself figure out why in the hell everyone is staring at you.
we get stared at. a lot. we do not, nor will we ever, look like people who belong in rural west virginia. we are okay with that, and with the requisite stares we get at walmart, the mall, the post office, what have you.
but the other day, the stares were SO universal and shocked, that bob and i could NOT figure out what the deal was. after an hour or two bob went to wash his hands in a public restroom and reemerged smirking and shaking his head. "i know why everyone is staring at me today," he said. i gave him the once over and still was clueless.
here he is. see how long it takes you to figure it out.
yeah, i know. that sure as fuck is one fucking offensive shirt, isn't it?
we never even noticed...