The Printed Sweatshirt
This may sound like a farce, but honestly, it really happened.
First of all, I should share that Matt refused to bring any shirts that had writing of any kind on them. He said he didn't want to wear anything that shouted a brand, like Tommy Hilfiger or Abercrombie. So he only packed plain shirts and urged me to do the same.
For the most part, I did do the same. However, when I chose my outfit for the plane, I grabbed one of my most comfy shirts which happens to say "Tommy, USA." I hadn't realized it said "USA" but I wasn't bothered about the "Tommy" until out of 100 people on our tour at the Tower of London (seriously, there were that many people, it was crazy), the tour leader said, "Hey, Tommy!" to me as we left one of the buildings. Has no one ever seen this brand before?
Matt thought it was hilarious that I had been called "Tommy" and it reconfirmed his decision not to wear such shirts. Then we went out for dinner.
It was already 10 p.m. here when we decided to go for dinner so we went to a little restaurant around the corner from us (we ordered vegetarian). Since it's a bit chilly outside, Matt threw on his sweatshirt, which is labeled "Aggies," a nickname for the university he had attended many, many years ago. He had reasoned that no one would recognize the university from this one word. How wrong he was.
We literally walked around a single block to get to and from dinner. On the way to the restaurant, one guy from what looked nearly like a small gang of young adults (have I spent too much time in L.A.?) yelled "UC Davis!!!!!" How on Earth did the guy make the connection?
Once we had arrived at the restaurant, we ordered and then sat down. When Matt went up to grab some napkins, a guy in line asked him if his sweatshirt was from A&M University, which apparently has the same nickname. Matt said no, but they guy told him he was from Texas and shook Matt's hand. How odd that in a matter of five minutes, Matt had already had two experiences with his sweatshirt.
There was soon to be a third. After finishing dinner, we headed back to our hotel. Not five feet out of the restaurant, however, we nearly ran into a young man who was wearing a shirt that said "Texas A&M, Aggies" on it. I know, it sounds impossible, but it's true. The guy yelled out, "A&M!!!" and hugged Matt. Seriously, he hugged him. When Matt told him it was UC Davis and not A&M the guy was still excited and said, "Close enough!" and patted Matt's back.
What a strange evening. Matt says he might continue to wear the sweatshirt and pretend he's from Texas so he has more friends :)
First of all, I should share that Matt refused to bring any shirts that had writing of any kind on them. He said he didn't want to wear anything that shouted a brand, like Tommy Hilfiger or Abercrombie. So he only packed plain shirts and urged me to do the same.
For the most part, I did do the same. However, when I chose my outfit for the plane, I grabbed one of my most comfy shirts which happens to say "Tommy, USA." I hadn't realized it said "USA" but I wasn't bothered about the "Tommy" until out of 100 people on our tour at the Tower of London (seriously, there were that many people, it was crazy), the tour leader said, "Hey, Tommy!" to me as we left one of the buildings. Has no one ever seen this brand before?
Matt thought it was hilarious that I had been called "Tommy" and it reconfirmed his decision not to wear such shirts. Then we went out for dinner.
It was already 10 p.m. here when we decided to go for dinner so we went to a little restaurant around the corner from us (we ordered vegetarian). Since it's a bit chilly outside, Matt threw on his sweatshirt, which is labeled "Aggies," a nickname for the university he had attended many, many years ago. He had reasoned that no one would recognize the university from this one word. How wrong he was.
We literally walked around a single block to get to and from dinner. On the way to the restaurant, one guy from what looked nearly like a small gang of young adults (have I spent too much time in L.A.?) yelled "UC Davis!!!!!" How on Earth did the guy make the connection?
Once we had arrived at the restaurant, we ordered and then sat down. When Matt went up to grab some napkins, a guy in line asked him if his sweatshirt was from A&M University, which apparently has the same nickname. Matt said no, but they guy told him he was from Texas and shook Matt's hand. How odd that in a matter of five minutes, Matt had already had two experiences with his sweatshirt.
There was soon to be a third. After finishing dinner, we headed back to our hotel. Not five feet out of the restaurant, however, we nearly ran into a young man who was wearing a shirt that said "Texas A&M, Aggies" on it. I know, it sounds impossible, but it's true. The guy yelled out, "A&M!!!" and hugged Matt. Seriously, he hugged him. When Matt told him it was UC Davis and not A&M the guy was still excited and said, "Close enough!" and patted Matt's back.
What a strange evening. Matt says he might continue to wear the sweatshirt and pretend he's from Texas so he has more friends :)
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