The Shirt

My BFF A.H. and I are the quintessential clothes horses. We love to shop for clothes and our tastes are almost identical. I can't tell you how many times we'll be searching through racks of clothes and pull out the same item. It's insane.

A while back, we had gone shopping and saw this gray long sleeve shirt that looked great with jeans. It was an open-collar button up that covered the poochy belly and flabby arms beautifully. And we both wanted it. Typically when this happens, A.H. will get it in one color and I'll get it in another. But we both wanted the gray. Okay, fine. So we both bought the same shirt.

Of course, we had to have a game plan so we wouldn't be seen wearing the same shirt when we got together. When we talked about meeting for coffee, shopping and whatnot, our phone conversation went like this:

ME: So you want to get together for coffee?

AH: Sure, sounds like fun. The usual place?

ME: Of course.

AH: Are you going to wear The Shirt?

ME: Not if you want to.

AH: You can wear it, I'll find something else.

ME: Okay. You can wear it next time.

Oddly enough, in all the years we've known each other (over 20), we've never had to do this with any other clothing item. Only The Shirt.