I was on the elevator yesterday when a woman got on and proceeded to stare at my shirt. She said, “I’m really jealous of your shirt.” “Oh, really?” I cleverly responded. “Yes, I couldn’t find anything to go with my skirt this morning, and I ended up picking this shirt, which is wrinkled anyway and I didn’t iron it.” The elevator stopped at her floor and she said, “So… take it off, I need it!” as she walked away.

The funny part was, my shirt didn’t really match her skirt at all.


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