You talkin' to me?

It was a four day weekend that took a 12 hour sleep to begin to recover from. Those four days featured a lot that I could write about: guilt-tripping movers, exhausting cleaning sessions, rage directed at a certain cable company, a severe problem with forgetting where I put things, and massive organizational challenges. It was a stretch of time that featured great music, lots of laughs, beautiful women, plenty of drinks, and lots and lots of sweat. It was a productive, infuriating, fascinating, blissful, Blissful weekend.

But two days away from work has a way of extending the to-do list, so I don't have time for details. You'll just have to deal with this story:

I went over to Borders just now to get an Excel instructional book (the purchase of which officially classifies my job as "boring"), and I noticed that my cashier was wearing a light blue shirt with the York peppermint patty logo on it. Now, why I thought that a shirt with the York logo was in any way "great" is something to second guess, but I did think it was great and I told her so: "Great t-shirt!" I said in my dorkiest customer-cashier-conversation voice. "Thanks!" she enthusiastically said back, and it was only then that I noticed that, while it was the design of the York peppermint patty logo, it actually said "Dork" with "You're a" written just above it. I wanted to take back my compliment on this realization that it was not at all a great shirt, and was, in fact, a really stupid shirt, but I was sufficiently shamed not only by the embarrassment at my mistake, but the fact that I had just been insulted by a t-shirt.