I am not a fashionista…
which perhaps you might have guessed.
But my clothes are usually neat and clean…
and I try to look my best.
The other day, however, I learned a little of what fashion’s all about
when my wife and I stopped at the bank and she whispered…
“Jim…your shirts on inside out.”
I quickly assessed the situation…and darned if she wasn’t right.
I looked for sympathy from the teller…but she was chuckling at the sight.
In a failed attempt to rescue my pride…I seized my only chance.
“Oh, it’s not inside out.” I said, “it’s how they’re wearing shirts in France.”
“Ho, ho…thees will be the style zoon.” I said in my best French pantomime.
“Inside out! ooh la la and sacre bleu…I’m just ahead of my time.”
I think I had the men convinced
but the women were looking at me strange…
then the teller leaned over and whispered,
“We have a bathroom where you can change.”
So I smiled, stood up proud and tall…and without making a sound
Walked into the bathroom…and turned my shirt around.
Perhaps one day the fashion world…will understand what I’m about…
until then I will acquiesce…and wear shirts right side out.
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