tonight was the conncoll/cga mens basketball (a word that i continually want to spell basket (space) ball, though i’ve known that’s wrong since first grade) game. i went dressed in a plaid shirt that was at one point my grandmothers (she was trendy). as i sat in the stands, i noticed there was an old man in front of me. he was balding, with his remaining hair forming a grey halo around his head. he had these really bad tan corduroy pants (more a bone color) that kept bunching around his knees and exposing his bare little ankles. but the worst part about it was that he also had a plaid shirt on.

in the same color and pattern as mine.

i was wearing an

oops. i always knew i was stylish.

…i see some plaid poking out…