Today I had a meeting on the Pottery Barn/Ann Taylor/Williams-Sonoma side of town. I left the house early enough to swing by Eddie Bauer first to see if I could replace the cargo pants I must have tossed in the bag for Goodwill by mistake, but I couldn’t. 🙁
When I got out of the car I noticed I was parked between two distinctively different bumper stickers:
I brake for apparitions of Mary.
I’m not wearing pants.
Really, you can’t make this shit up.