The other day I went to Firehouse Subs for lunch. I was wearing my Cat Riding a Rainbow-Barfing Space Shark shirt, and when the cashier taking my order asked for a name to put on the order, I said in a movie-preview-announcer voice, “Shark Rider”.
The guy making sandwiches behind the counter laughed. He said “It’s hard to make your sandwich because I’m so amazed by your shirt.” Yep. We talked about how awesome it was for a moment. As I went to my seat in the restaurant, several other patrons were staring at it. When I told Laralee later that day, she said she would’ve been mortified. She doesn’t understand how I can wear stuff like that in public.
I’m pretty sure deep down she’s secretly jealous of my shirt.