I don't think anything of it until I see him again in the store. I say, "nice shirt." He nods and smiles. I then see him again in lumber. I say "nice fit" He says "so is yours." we pass and then I bump into him in the restroom. This has become very awkward to say the least. There is nothing left to say but "Where did you get it?" He says "sears." I just keep standing there playing like I'm peeing.
All I can think about is "You bought me a shirt from Sears!"
Sears sell dryers and weed eaters. What a dumbass shirt. I threw it in the garbage as soon as I got home.
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Dave you crack me up. Sorry about the shirt.
Only dorks buy their shirts from Sears..............glad you wised up and threw it in the garbage.
Oh Dave, I had bought you a pair of underoos from Sears. I can see now that I will have to return them. Maybe next year.
Tiff, what color are they?
Rainbow...of course.
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