Some guy blinked and waivered between ecstatic jumping and forlorn crying. While the guy appreciated the thoughtful gift he could not be convinced that baby blue looked manly. The girl lost the debate and repackaged the shirt so it could be returned.
The guy camped without his flannel. The girl hung her head in despair. A birthday gone awry.
One week passed. Then another. The girl found a familiar package in the mailbox. She recognized the awkward tape job and saw her name peeking beneath a few labels. Inside the package was the rejected flannel shirt. A jumbled return brought the flannel home. The girl presented the present with hesitation and a solid compliment.
The guy conceded and wore the shirt to work.
Beautiful. Fantastic. Amazing. swooned his coworkers. Some guy went home that night and kissed his wife for the the best shirt of the year. Said guy abandoned his own sense of fashion for life, appointing the girl his personal shopper.
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5 comments:
I like the shirt and there doesn't even seem to be that much baby blue in it.
Great story!
rrrrrr...if I didn't like your writing so much I would be minorly annoyed...but then DANG I look good in that shirt, it distracts from my vast forehead
um... i think flannel went out of style when i was in high school. maybe some guy should find a new personal shopper.
Love the pic of Skippy!
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