doodledee

Erin had a fancy blue sweater on today. I think it was new or something. It looked nice, insomuch as I can say a sweater looked nice on female coworker.

Sometime after lunch, she worked herself into a near frenzy scratching at her side. At first I figured it was the usual girl problem - cooties - but it turned out to be a sewn-in security doohickey inside her sweater. Apparently she 'forgot' to cut it out before wearing. Oops.

Never having purchased an item of clothing that requires a security tag to be cut out of it, I assumed it was some crazy expensive designer sweater. Maybe DKNY or Sean John or J.Lo or Field Gear or something like that.

Turns out it was just an Ann Taylor. (Ok, to be accurate, it was Ann Taylor Loft, whatever that means.) I think she paid $40 for it. I thought that was a pretty fair price for a sweater, but it seemed too low to justify all the security stuff.

When she wasn't looking, I tried to pull a thread while she walked away.

On a non-secure note, I found it amusing that while Colin blogs about the academic rigor in the GoF book, I blog about chick sweater defense strategies. I've read the GoF, and while I guess it's cool for geeks, somehow I still prefer the sweater stuff.

I also like nachos, reading the paper, and the Grateful Dead. I distract easily. I'm a Scorpio.