I stopped at the gas station to get a drink on my way to school pickup.
As I'm looking at the snack aisle this grizzled woman in a flannel walks straight up to me with this serious expression.
She gets right up in my face, looking me dead in the eye, close enough that I can smell the cigarette smoke on her breath.
I'm frozen in terror, and she says to me...
"Your shirt is inside out."


