That’s Classy with a K

Do you ever wear stuff to work that you know you shouldn’t? You just put it on because it’s your favorite t-shirt, and because you’re hung-over. It’s casual day after all, and I’m late again. At least I didn’t call in with one of my lame excuses like my cat died.

This time he just had a little eye goop and I had to take him to the vet on my way in. That was the story at least. It bought me about 30 minutes of snooze time.

Back to the shirt. I know it’s not really my best effort, but on mornings like this it just doesn’t matter. It’s one of those mornings where my roommate’s welding at 6 am, because he says he was home and asleep by 2 am. I know he was up doing speed all night and probably hasn’t slept.

He can keep his lies; I don’t care. I just need to get to work. I need to kick him out. Damn, I forgot to feed the Lama.

“You look like you’re embracing casual Friday!” the roomie barks from under his welding helmet. He looks like Jason from Friday the 13th and I shade my eyes from the sunlight. “Ya, I know. It’s my favorite shirt” I blurt out and hop down the front steps.

“That one?” he asks, looking confused even for someone who’s been partying all night. “Yea, this one. See!” and I stand up straight so he can see my shirt in all its glory. It’s just a plain blue t-shirt, but right in the middle over the flat of my belly is a perfect ring mark made from a beer bottle. Well, I don’t know it’s from a beer bottle, in fact I don’t know how my shirt got this way. It wasn’t always this way. Before that watermark appeared it wasn’t my favorite shirt. But now that it has that perfect ring on my tummy, I love it. It says, “Look at me! I’m such a slacker I actually rest beers on my stomach when I drink!” And for that, I love it.

I’m sure my co-workers are so impressed with my sense of style and upper class etiquette.