As a man of limited sartorial splendor, I got excited when my wife asked if I needed anything from the Boring Clothes Store. “Oh yes!”, I replied, “I want another zippy fleece shirt, just like this one. Maybe one in black. Can you get me one in black? It’s so warm and fuzzy”.
A short while later Elise returned. As the BCS bags were opened, out rolled the ugliest fleece I had ever seen. “That doesn’t look like black”, I casually mentioned. “They were out of black”, she snapped, “so I got this color.” “What an ugly color!”, I blurted, realizing too late the horrible words I was saying, “but…um…I mean that in a good way. It’s a nice ugly color.”
I’ve worn the babypoo colored fleece for the past 3 days hoping to prove how much I love it. Tomorrow I’ll “accidentally” spill grease/paint/bleach on it, and then it will be my new favorite “work shirt”.