We’ve got ourselves a unique situation here. As it is with anything you’re passionate about, you tend to gravitate towards all things related to that passion, and whether or not you agree, it can either be a conscious thing or a subconscious thing depending on how aware you are of your surroundings.
Putting my t-shirt on this morning in a somewhat sleepy daze, something just didn’t feel right. Either I found a new training technique to build up my pectoral muscles overnight, (with a possibility of late-night infomercials lining my pockets with cash) or my t-shirt was on backwards. Yeah, I was disappointed too. On both counts.
And why can’t someone invent a t-shirt that has no rules or directions for installation? Damn that pesky tag and my average pec muscles.
So in a brief awkward moment of whether to flip it around or just wear it backwards, I looked down to see the printing on the back of the shirt which is now located in the front. I must admit I don’t pay much attention to what’s on the back of my t-shirts as 99% of them are somehow motorcycle related. Some are obviously from places I’ve been or events I’ve attended, while some were free and come from unknown whereabouts. There are even a few in the drawer that I’ve never worn. How many do I need and when will all this madness stop? And why can’t someone invent a t-shirt that has no rules or directions for installation? Damn that pesky tag and my average pec muscles.
So I took my t-shirt off and flipped it around as to not make a fool of myself in public. I’m also aware that there is no guarantee that me wearing my shirt the right way will keep me from making a fool of myself in public. But I do know I need to sort through my drawers and put some new shirts in the rotation. And next time I might just take a look to see what’s on the back before installation. Even I like to know where I’ve been once in a while.
Jeff Maddox 