A couple of weeks ago, my husband and I went to a pizzeria. It was late in the evening, we were in bed and we decided to just go. I was wearing this shirt and cut off shorts. When we arrived, I felt so out of place. Everybody was wearing leather jackets and metal studs. The waitresses were in skimpy cut off shorts and leather tops. Everybody looked… Cool. My husband was wearing jeans and shirt, he was okay.
I was wearing a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt. I felt like Amy Farrah Fowler’s sister.