A Great Shirt

“That’s quite some shirt!”

My conversation partner had a point. I knew it was a great shirt, quite possibly my best. Given the importance of the show, anyone would have forgiven me for leaning on the garment’s excellence. However, what my conversation partner didn’t know was that the shirt was a throwback. Its purchase dated from the days when I still wore flamboyant clothes to attract attention. As such, they were a rich, outward expression of my inward poverty. Those days were thankfully over. However, it’d left me with a brightly coloured wardrobe and very little cause or occasion to plunder it. The concert was an exception, though. Still I couldn’t let the enthusiastic comment go unqualified.

“If I could play the guitar like you, I wouldn’t need to wear exotic shirts to attract attention.”

And that’s the truth.