Happy Friday everyone, my day got off to an outstanding start.
I left the house a little early, stopped for coffee, then stopped at the store to pick up Motrin for my aching neck and finally I picked up my carpool co-worker. At no point did any of the 7 people I talked to this morning, including my wife, tell me that my shirt was inside out. Thanks everybody, way to look out for me (although to be fair my wife was sleeping and the room was dark).
Did they think I did it on purpose or did they fear I was retarded and might unleash my retard strength on them for pointing out my shirt problems?