I got to work and when I used the bathroom, I looked down and realized I had a small stain that ran directly down the middle of the tee where the button shirt happened to gap. It was perfectly placed. I couldn't have done a better job if I did it on purpose.
It was coffee. Which I seem to rarely have time for anymore, but coincidentally had time for that morning.
I spilled on my new shirt and didn't even know it --- til I got to work and couldn't do anything about it.
I decided right then and there I would fain disbelief if anyone noticed and act like I did it at work, rather than before because I can't stand those people who don't look in the mirror before they leave for work. You know, the ones who spend hours on their hair only the back looks like a rats nest because they never, ever glance back there to see. Or the people who throw their clothes on and run out the door.
Ahem, I never do that. (grimace)

3 comments:
Well now I am wondering how your scheme worked out!
One word: Bib.
Ha! Bib is right!!! Did anybody notice???
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