So it's Tuesday night, about 8:30pm. Begina had taken Taylor to the doctor earlier that day and had dropped off a prescription to be filled. I was in my grubbies (code name for summer clothes worn when extra perspiration is expected) and needed to change to run to Wal-Mart's outdoor pickup. In my haste to get to the drop off point before 9:00pm, I just threw on a fresh t-shirt.
I knew I would just be sitting in the car, so I quickly grabbed one and headed out the door. Begina likes to leave BIG RED empty, so I had to quickly get gas and make it to Wal-mart ASAP. As I am getting gas, an older man looks at me and smiles and says hi. I think nothing of it, as I tend to blend well with the local folk.
Gas in, Kyle in, off to Wal-mart. As I have stated time and time again, I believe in Murphy's Law. Well, his law was in effect that night because the two outdoor lines were CLOSED. I come to the realization that I am actually going to have to go into Wal-Mart in gym shorts and a t-shirt. Not a big deal in a larger city, but I am finally getting to the point where I see several people I know every time I go.
Of course there is a line about two people deep. Those two people are women who appear to be close in age to me and what I would deem to be regularly cool people. As we are waiting, one turns around to me and smiles. I look up to make brief eye contact and say hello, as any good Cabotian would.
I notice she is not looking at my face, but rather my shirt. To avoid any conversation, I look over to the corn removers and gel inserts. In continuing my non-contact mode, I look down at my shirt and it hits me.
I was literally "rockin' the shirt my mom gave me for Christmas. I don't really get embarrassed at much, but this got me. The guy at the gas station, the girls in front of me.....I hope some holiday cheer was spread this June.
