My Old & Tattered Undershirts
“I HATE your undershirts!”
“What’s wrong with them?”
“They’re in tatters! Seriously, I see you walk in wearing one of them and I just want to rip it open and render it unwearable.”
“Don’t do that! They’re broken in, they’re perfect. Even then, it’s an undershirt, who cares?”
“I care!”
“You know . . .I have not purchased a single article of clothing for myself since 2004. Yet new clothing mysteriously appears in my dresser. Is it you that’s been doing that?”
“Yes.”
“This undershirt I’m wearing is in tatters! You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“They’re in tatters! Seriously, I see you walk in wearing one of them and I just want to rip it open and render it unwearable.”
“Don’t do that! They’re broken in, they’re perfect. Even then, it’s an undershirt, who cares?”
“I care!”
“You know . . .I have not purchased a single article of clothing for myself since 2004. Yet new clothing mysteriously appears in my dresser. Is it you that’s been doing that?”
“Yes.”
“This undershirt I’m wearing is in tatters! You should be ashamed of yourself.”