It happened like this. I was in a rush to get to work today, so I got dressed quickly. I put on jeans and a company t-shirt (our company puts out a new t-shirt every year and every employee is given one). It was only after I sat down in my office that I noticed a huge food stain on the front of my shirt. Great! Now what do I do?. Then it comes to me. I had another T-shirt in the car.
The reason I had a t-shirt in the car is a bit involved. Every year, my parents take a trip to some far off lands. This year it was India, Indonesia and Malaysia. They always bring me back a t-shirt, which I thank them for, wear once once to show them how much I like it, and then promptly stash in a drawer, never to be seen again. Its not that I don't appreciate the thought, its just that my Mom has no taste. Really, most of these t-shirts have been known to frighten small animals and can cause an epileptic seisures if looked at for more than a few seconds at a time. These shirts take tacky to a whole new plane.
Anyway, I realize that I had tossed the shirt from their India trip into my truck, with the intention of putting it on after work one day when going over to visit my folks, however I never remembered to actually put it on, so its been sitting in my truck for a couple of months. Great! Problem solved. I run out to my truck, take out the shirt, unfold it and get my first good look at it.
Somewhere in Indonesia the festival must still be going on. I am absolutly sure that the day this shirt was sold to my parents, it triggered a 6 month long celebration that the curse upon humanity that is this shirt was finally leaving the country. "Have you heard the news!, The shirt that must not be looked upon has finally left our shores! No longer will its painful images blight our eyes. Come! Let there be dancing in the streets!".
Picture a navy blue shirt with gold letters proclaiming "Borobudur" across the front. OK, so far so good. Now picture that also emblazoned all over the front of the shirt are pictures of The Buddha and Buddhist temples in hot pink, electric blue, yellow and green!. If the resulting mental image does not have you attempting to claw your eyes from your sockets, your imagination is just not up to the task (lucky you!).
So I was faced with a choice. Do I sport a food stain all day or a shirt that can not be warn within 1 mile of an airport for fear of blinding the pilots? It wasn't an easy decision, but here I now sit at my desk, office door closed, praying no one wants to meet with me face to face. If I can just keep from glancing down at the shirt, I might make it through the day. I just hope I don't frighten the pets too badly when I return home.
Good style choice, I have to agree, but I am going to need any extra job to pay for a Polo wardrobe! 
She says she just likes to be "rainbow."
that is so not fair
