Day Job Supervisor: “I like that shirt!”
Me: “Thanks!”
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.”
DJS: “…”
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.
Hahahaha….you call them slacks, too. I was told I was an old man for using that word instead of saying dress pants.
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