The shirt and I.

me: ahah
oh my god
I went to the J Crew warehouse sale
awful
so awful
I'd forgotten from the warehouse sales of my youth
my frugal youth
that they don't have fitting rooms or mirrors
and it's no returns

kuwdora: hahaha

me: so you have to wear modest underclothing
and bring a friend
so I was standing there
by myself
surrounded by a hoarde of college girls in leotards etc
and I thought
okay
if I can just get a neutral underlayer on
maybe I can use my camera as a mirror
and make this work
so I got one of those tissue-thin t shirt things on
under my sweater
with much like
indignity and grunting and gymnastics
(while a nineteen-year-old boy trying on sweaters next to me tried not to make eye contact)
realized there was no way I would ever get it off me again
without just stripping
paid for the t-shirt
wore it out
left the store

kuwdora: ...
cracks up

me: I am still wearing it
I went through way too much for this shirt