tous mes petits choux

seserakh

Time:

11:48 pm.

Today I went to work as usual wearing a button down, collared shirt. Dress code at work calls for semi business casual (though they've recently allowed jeans, which is excellent). Therefore, since I've been working at the game store for one and a half years and have only so many collared shirts, I've worn the one I wore today probably about ten or twenty times with no problems.

Today, however. Today was different.

When the first wtf occured, I was helping a nice young couple with their purchase, when I hear the gentleman whisper to the lady, "She's wearing a khaki shirt." Confused, I turn around and ask, "Is there something wrong with it?" The man then looks at me with what I can only describe as a disgusted look on his face, and says "No. It just looks like an army shirt."

I laugh. Mystery solved! I then explain that it was something my boyfriend picked up at a surplus store, and that it was a South African police shirt (or at least that's what it said on the package). I figure that maybe he's just into military fashion and was having trouble identifying it, which he seems to confirm by saying, "It's not army. There wouldn't be pockets on the front if it was US army." I finish up their transaction, assure the man that it's not army issue, wish them a lovely day, and, as they are heading out the door, I hear the man say, "Why the hell is she wearing an army shirt to work?"

Oh well, I think. Odd, but what can you do?

Not half an hour later, another man is staring at me with another disgusted look on his face. I smile and ask him if he has any questions. Often times people look consternated when they're thinking, so I don't suspect for a second that his narrowed eyes are meant for me. Then, he looks me up and down, and with an incredible amount of vitriol, asks me this:

"Is there any particular reason you're wearing a man's shirt?"

...buh????

I blink. I sort of stutter that I didn't think there was anything wrong with wearing men's clothing. The man rolls his eyes (seriously I can't make this up), and my manager steps in and starts making jokes about men wearing women's clothing to diffuse the tension. I don't say anything else, as I'm staring down at my shirt and seriously wondering whether someone laid a curse on it as I was driving to work.

This is the shirt in question, except mine is a dark khaki. I don't know, guys. Maybe I should consider wearing only frilly blouses and pretty dresses to work.

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