Sunday, August 29, 2010

Dear Lady in Old Navy

I don't understand why, when you saw me heading towards the rack of clearance t-shirts, you became turbocharged and raced to get there before me. You almost knocked over someone's child to beat me there.

Really?

First of all, there are enough super soft $4 t-shirts to go around.

Second, and most importantly, you are a stick figure with mosquito bite boobs. I am... not. There is no way on this planet or any other that you and I are going to be wearing the same size.

If you could just hold on to that competitive streak for times when it matters like getting in line at Disneyland, that would be great.

Thanks,

me

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