Spotting some trouble
At first, I thought it was a practical joke. Two co-workers asked at the same time, “What’s on your shirt?” Naturally, that’s never a question anyone likes to hear. It ranks just below, “Ewww….what’s that on your face?”
My confusion was magnified by the fact that, when I looked down, I didn’t see anything wrong with my shirt. Still, they persisted and I began to realize that a punch line was not going to follow.