The shop sold vintage clothing. It wasn't my style. I was about to leave when I noticed a rack of blank tank tops. Turned out the shop could emblazon any image of my choice onto a tank top.
The employee gave me four binders of suggested images -- photos of Madonna, video game characters, peace slogans.
I thumbed through them and chose the one which was clearly the best, by far.
After receiving the shirt, I readied myself for all the compliments I would receive that night. With care did I prepare for the inevitable looks of awe and envy.
Instead I received these comments:
"You own more geeky shirts than any other friend I know."
"You can wear that to work, but I can't believe you wore it to Syn Lounge."
"At least it's better than your other shirt that says, 'Roses are red, violets are blue, all my base are belong to you.'"
My shirt is not appreciated in its own time, I tell you.
Incidentally, the store employee said I can take a felt marker and label the upper-lefthand corner of the floppy. I wonder what the label should be...?