My shirt is out of
"My shirt is out of office. Unfortunately, I am not. The navy Cabrisa looks like it owns a small hotel on the Italian coast and considers answering emails a character flaw. The cream piping says “your usual table is ready. ” The camp collar says “we’ll take the boat. ” My actual itinerary says “pick up paper towels. ” That’s the appeal: a little Mediterranean main-character energy, even when the destination is a parking lot. My only complaint is that the shirt and I are now in different tax brackets. It summers abroad. I compare gas prices. Tombolo, you’ve created a scheduling conflict. This shirt is clearly booked for three weeks on the Riviera, and I have a dentist appointment."


