Friday, November 5, 2010
Emergency Preparedness, by Accident
My shirt developed an inexplicable blotchy yellow stain on the sleeve at the office the other day--maybe food, maybe highlighter, who knows. Anyway, I wanted to get it to my dry cleaners before the stain set up. But--what would I do? Walk in there in my undershirt?
You see, I'm of the opinion that undershirts are like underwear: if someone is seeing yours, and it's not Sexy Time, it's usually a bad thing. I know there are many opinions on this subject. I will make concessions for guys with unruly chest hair who want to wear a button-down shirt without a tie and leave the top button open--but only because the alternative is looking like Disco Stu, and only because apparently hirsute friend Matt persuaded me not to take a more extreme position (such as mandatory chest-waxing).
Anyway, this beloved green-and-tan rugby sweater (J. Crew outlet) was in the car, waiting to be returned to the apartment, so I was able to put it on for my trip to the dry cleaners. I like the look.