If You Don’t Want Me to Stare at Your Chest, Don’t Wear That Shirt!

Hi there! I’m the guy who received your nasty look at the Charlotte airport. I nearly called you out on your rude attitude, but I realized that you were too dense to understand.

“Understand what?” you sneer at the old creep in a rocking chair (seriously — there are rocking chairs in the Charlotte airport and they are awesome). And I am amazed at your insensitivity. I mean, you consciously put on that shirt before you headed out today, but you didn’t expect anyone to notice? You weren’t intending to project that to the crowd?

THIS SHIRT!!

Okay, I’m in my 50’s and my eyes aren’t great, so it took me a few moments to focus on your shirt and be amused by the content. I’m a huge fan of Galileo so I knew your shirt would be worth reading (or so I hoped). But isn’t that what you intended?

Okay, fine, I will try to go through life pretending that women do not wear shirts with a message on them. I really believe that you meant for me to look at it, though, and I will always remember that small glimpse of paradise in reading the amusing cartoon on your shirt.

Next time, put it on a headband.