It Looked Great In The Closet
I leave for work about 8:30 this morning. I'm wearing the shirt that was first in line in the closet, just a standard white long-sleeve dress shirt. It's been hanging in my closet since it was picked up at the dry cleaners (I get my work shirts laundered).So I get in the car and drive to work. Total drive time: ten minutes. I exit the car and walk into the building.
On the way up in the elevator (I work on the seventh floor), I can see my reflection in the elevator doors. There's a tear in my shirt on the left shoulder. The entire shirt is wrinkled and rumpled. I look like I've been sleeping in the street for a week.
In other words, a pretty regular day.
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