…that one of my new Threadless t-shirts was a big, er, hit at the Phillies-Mets game on Saturday. People kept checking out the shirt, trying to figure out what it said/meant, and smirking when they “got” it. But I was still surprised when—while standing in a long, long line for a helmet sundae with sprinkles (shut up!)—a young, handsome, probably (slightly) buzzed dude approached, told me he’d laughed out loud, and did the fist pound with me. Then he offered to buy me a beer!
All because I listen to bands that don’t even exist yet.
I have a new favorite t-shirt. And next time, I’m totally saying yes to the beer.