And then the day arrived when a thoughtful friend presented me with this lovely t-shirt, a thing I cherish. It’s the gift that keeps on giving, especially when you are forced to attend a gathering where there are far too many gatherers. It lets the personal-space invaders know that you are perfectly content to be left alone in a corner, quietly observing people and making mental notes for your next blog post and waiting for the first socially-acceptable opportunity to run like hell. Of course, this arrangement only works if the gatherers can actually read, an iffy proposition in this age of point and click and slashed education budgets. Still, I brazenly shove my Norma Rae chest forward.
Power to my people!