Experiments In Fashion Violations #2

Today, instead of coming to work with Hat Head, I decided (I hope you're sitting down) to wear the exact same sweater I wore yesterday. I know, I know: That's crazy!!! But I did it. And I deliberately avoided saying a word to anyone about it. I was waiting for someone, anyone to notice and to whisper about it to the person next to them whilst surreptitiously pointing in my direction. I kept a wary eye peeled, but no such reaction was gotten.

Needless to say -- well, it's needless to say, so I don't need to say it. OK, I'll say it anyway. I was disappointed that no one noticed. Am I that invisible? Am I that incidental? So before everyone left (I'm the late shift), I announced to the office:

Look at this! I'm wearing the same sweater I wore yesterday. I didn't have to. I have plently of sweaters I could have worn. But I chose to wear this again. Isn't that crazy?

Everyone looked at me with that "why?" expression.

It's freedom, baby! I won't let the Man tell me what to wear. I won't let some fashion nazi tell me I can't wear the same thing twice on back-to-back days. If I want to come to work in a stretched out sweater and heinous Hat Head, I'm going to do it, and I dare you, any of you, to ridicule me for it.

By that point, everyone had politely smiled and gone back to their work. I then climbed down off my desk and brushed my dusty footprints off of the desk surface.