So we were playing Scrabble in our cushy Comfort Inn lair when Carrie proclaimed she was experiencing a serious milk jones. Fortunately for us, a Walgreen's happened to share the same parking lot. It is at this point that I should mention I was wearing a black tshirt with a green Superman emblem on it. We braved the Hot Springs evening and trudged over to the Walgreen's. While we were perusing the cooler, a couple girls approached us.
The first one said "This is going to sound weird." I may have grinned at those words.
"My friend is a huge Superman fan and we want to buy your shirt." Sure enough, the other girl was wearing a blue Superman tshirt with the classic emblem. It was one of those weathered-looking shirts that I hate.
"What?" I asked.
"We want to buy your shirt. Ten bucks and you strip it off in the middle of Walgreen's."
"I don't think so," I said. It was only the second time I'd worn the shirt and I was quite fond of it.
"20 bucks. You can get a University of Arkansas shirt off the rack for five and keep the other fifteen. Are you telling me you're going to pass up this offer?"
"Looks that way," I said. Carrie and I paid for the milk and left.