Day Job Supervisor: “I like that shirt!”
DJS: “And what kind of shoes are those?”
Me: “They’re actually paratrooper boots.”
DJS: “You know, my son would love everything you’re wearing. The only things he has that you don’t are tattoos.”
Me: “Well, at least none that show.”
And then she clocked me for wearing jeans instead of slacks, something she’s failed to notice for the past week and a half. This gives me a pretty good idea of how long I’ll be able to get away with facial piercings.