Jumbo camo Bow Tie o’ the Day and I spent part of the day erranding—with lots of pauses in our mission. I’m always aware it can come to pass: when I’m wearing a wordy t-shirt, sometimes people politely stop me in my tracks so they can read the whole thing. I don’t mind it when it happens, but it’s never happened to me so many times in a single outing before. Beginning with one of my pharmacists at Dick’s Market, I was stopped in my tracks 6 different times at various and sundry businesses, just so inquisitive folks could read every word of my shirt. It was taking me an inordinate amount of time to accomplish my tasks, so I finally retreated to the car with my half-done list, and I drove straight home. I had a bigly smile on my face. Right here in Mormonville —er, Centerville—where I was erranding, the responses to the shirt’s sentiments tallied up to be 6-out-of-6 thumbs-up. I am pleased to report that there were no dissenting opinions. Human decency wins again. 🏆
