Qwitness

Jeff needed to be to the airport early this morning. We got up around 5:30 a.m. and hurried to be on our way. The problem with me and 5:30 a.m. is that I usually am not thinking clearly. This morning, at 5:30 a.m., I was in zombie mode as I went through the motions.

For the sake of our lives, Jeff, who is slightly more of a morning person, drove to the airport smelling all Old Spice morning fresh. There really was no other option than to drive home myself, which was fine because at this point, my rudimentary 30 minute wake up time had passed. In fact, I was so awake I began thinking ahead. Ahead to fact that I needed to do some grocery shopping. It must have been my lucky day, as the grocery store on my way home was open this early! So, with a mental list forming in my head, I went in to do some shelf picking.

What I didn't realize, albiet sleepiness or idiocracy, I was out in public with my Witness shirt on. That's right, here in Cleveland, with my Lebron James Witness shirt. Never a good idea. Have you seen what they are doing to Lebron merchandise?

 

Although there were few people in the grocery store at this time, of course, the people that were there needed to say something. I used my most formidable excuse, one that I find myself saying when I make errors in my driving, "I'm from New York." Then I explained how I had gotten up early and just grabbed a shirt, not even looking at it or thinking about it. The other grocery store patrons were not being mean or rude, in fact, they went as far as to show me how to turn my once prized Witness t-shirt into a Qwitness t-shirt.

Now I can wear my t-shirt whenever I want. No matter what time of day!