this morning #1026.

this morning, in the hip, new coffee shop right around the corner from my apartment, this tall, stunning woman stopped me short. asked me where i got my shirt. this shirt? well, shit. i’m glad you asked. it’s a really nutso story. i started to explain, got about fifteen seconds in before she put up her hand. cut me off. stopped me right there. clarified that she was just looking for a name of a store or a website. keep it simple, dude. she’s just here to order a coffee & get to work. it’s a question. not a conversation. i tried to hide my sense of rejection. gave her a name of a store. wished her a nice day. got my latte. walked outside. knew her rude ass would never find the place because i’d totally made it up.