A Senior Moment

I am not a fashionista… which perhaps you might have guessed. But my clothes are usually neat and clean… and I try to look my best. The other day, however, I learned a little of what fashion's all about when my wife and I stopped at the bank and she whispered… "Jim…your shirts on inside out." I quickly assessed the situation…and darned if she wasn't right. I looked for sympathy from the teller…but she was chuckling at the sight. In a failed attempt to rescue my pride…I seized my only chance. "Oh, it's not inside out." I said, "it's how they're wearing shirts in France." "Ho, ho…thees will be the style zoon." I said in my best French pantomime. "Inside out! ooh la la and sacre bleu…I'm just ahead of my time." I think I had the men convinced but the women were looking at me strange… then the teller leaned over and whispered, "We have a bathroom where you can change." So I smiled, stood up proud and tall…and without making a sound Walked into the bathroom…and turned my shirt around. Perhaps one day the fashion world…will understand what I'm about… until then I will acquiesce…and wear shirts right side out.