On Behalf of Smart Women Everywhere...

I went to the grocery store today, and while checking out I was addressed by a somewhat odd individual who had also been "checking out". He commented enthusiastically on my shirt, asking if I was an English teacher, nodding about how true it was and why couldn't more people see it, and finally going in for a high-five.

On the way to my car as I chuckled a little about the varieties of human personality, it finally occurred to me that it was fairly disconcerting to realize a guy had actually been staring at my chest. Maybe it hasn't happened enough for me to get used to it, maybe this was the first time ever - or maybe the shirt is even cooler than I had originally thought.

Who knows?