I recently picked up a couple of zippered, hooded sweatshirts on sale at Targét for $11 each. I don't usually wear those (and by "don't usually" I really mean "never") but the price was right and I figured they'd come in handy for the rapidly approaching cool fall weather. Got a blue one and a black one.
Well, it was pretty chilly this morning, so I grabbed the black one and put it on before heading out. Under that was a white t-shirt, and I had my black work pants on.
Add sunglasses to the mix and....yeah, I looked pretty sketchy.
When I got to work Amanda did a double take.
Me: Does this make me look sketchy?
Amanda: YES! AND scary!
She then proceeded to drag me over to where Focker, Dale, and Brandon were having a pow-wow (ie, not working) and asked "doesn't Dave look sketchy?!"
Focker: Yeah he does.
Brandon: I'm calling the cops!
Dale:
And in a rare moment of inspiration (amazing considering how little sleep I got last night), I knocked on the wall and said "It's me, Dave...open up man I got the stuff."
All:
Well, it was pretty chilly this morning, so I grabbed the black one and put it on before heading out. Under that was a white t-shirt, and I had my black work pants on.
Add sunglasses to the mix and....yeah, I looked pretty sketchy.
When I got to work Amanda did a double take.
Me: Does this make me look sketchy?
Amanda: YES! AND scary!
She then proceeded to drag me over to where Focker, Dale, and Brandon were having a pow-wow (ie, not working) and asked "doesn't Dave look sketchy?!"
Focker: Yeah he does.
Brandon: I'm calling the cops!
Dale:

And in a rare moment of inspiration (amazing considering how little sleep I got last night), I knocked on the wall and said "It's me, Dave...open up man I got the stuff."
All:



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