I mentioned the other day that I had disproved the Wife wrong about me spilling something on myself every time I wore a white shirt. But now I'm thinking she was almost right.
Well, I stopped by Subway for breakfast this morning.
I got a sandwich with sausage, egg, and cheese.
You know what? The cheese melts.
And will drip.
And will drip onto your shirt. Or tie.
After being at work a couple of hours, I happened to notice the stain.
So, I had the choice of going without a tie ... or wearing the tie and let everyone know what a dumbass I am.
I went with the dumbass option.
Because it gets fewer questions.
Since I always wear a tie (they're not required where I work), I get questioned when I don't.
But wearing breakfast? It seems they've come to expect it from me.
And, when the Wife sees it, she's going to say that she was right about the white shirts, after all. She'll just say that I've added gray shirts to my list of stain magnets.