inside out boy

Just when I am thinking nothing stupid ever happens to me, something does.  I went to this reception on Thursday night.  I walked in and there was a lady sitting near the entrance of the building.  She gave me a weird look to which I gave her a mental response of “what the hell is your problem?” and I kept walking.  Then I started to think about it, what was her problem?  I started feeling my jacket to make sure it was on right, and I checked my collar – but couldn’t find it.  There was a mirror and I walked to it and sure enough – my coat was on inside out.

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