As I sat in a meeting with three male coworkers this morning I noticed all three of them were wearing the same dress shirt. When I pointed this out, one of them said, “Love it – love shopping for clothes at Costco. When I write my autobiography it will be called ‘All of My Clothes Come from Costco.'” “Oh mine isn’t from Costco,” another quickly provided clarification, “Mine is from Banana Republic.” “Oh you Banana Republicans,” the Costco fan replied and then said, “Well the two of us got ours at Costco.” “No, mine is very upscale, mine is from Dillard’s,” the third interjected.
They started comparing seams and patterns when the Costco fan contemplated taking his sweater off to show them his stitching, “Can’t do it. I just remembered I only ironed the collar and cuffs. Which reminds me, if you have a size 16 collar you are in business at Costco. If you’re a size 17 1/2, you have to get there early, before all of the other fatties show up and take all of the fashion goodness.”
Prior to leaving the meeting, I reminded them of their photo shoot on Monday, “You might want to make sure you wear different shirts.” “No worries, I’ve got plenty of Costco shirts to choose from. Remember my autobiography?”