Friday, April 17, 2009

Purple Shirt of the Week: This person is NOT an argyle

Welcome back folks to another edition of "Purple Shirt of the Week". I'm your host, Barney, and this week we'll be taking a look at one of the dressier pieces we've had in our collection.

Last week I was hanging out with some friends from college at a bar on a Friday night, and the short version of the story is that one of them had had enough drinks to start to worry about her running into someone that she used to know who had a crush on her. But she quickly was able to feel better about it because regardless of any insecurities on her part, this guy was wearing an argyle sweater vest. And in her drunken reasoning, this was case enough that she won - that the guy was dressed like an idiot. Our table was agreeing - a guy hanging out in trendy yuppie south norwalk on a friday night wearing an argyle sweater vest didn't really meet up with our elitist standards for friend making. this guy was either boring or a meathead. as were the other two similarly-attired gentlemen at the bar listening to a bad cover band.

No offense to any meatheads out there reading this. And hang in there, I'm going somewhere with all this.

My second story, which is much shorter, revolves around a person I used to work with. For sake of keeping him anonymous, we'll call him Sary Gtager. This guy was, and is, a complete moron (no offense to any morons reading this). I mean, maybe he's smart and a leader in his industry, but he has the social graces of a...person with no social graces. One day, my friend Carrie, who had had enough of him, and is prone to stating the obvious in such a clear way that other people aren't quite abel to, addressed to everyone in general "Sary Gtager is such an...wait, i said i was going to be nice this week, begins with an "a" and ends with an "e", you know what I mean." To which I called in from the next room, "argyle??"

Thus began a great codeword, that ties in nicely with the previous story.

Taking a 180 now, on to today's picture. The complete antonym to everything I just said, this is my friend Sue (not Eyore girl from a few weeks back). She is the furthest thing from a meathead or "being an argyle". In fact, and this is in all honesty (after reading this blog at for the past few months, i think you can gauge my level of being honest in a "way too much information" sort of way), she's one of the nicest people I've had the pleasure to work with at any of my day jobs, even in the face of her usually being way over-worked. And she's got quite the snappy wardrobe, always dressed with attention to detail.

So, if you want a lesson on how to be awesome, take a lesson from Sue. If you want to be a rude clod, talk to Sary.

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