“Hold it right there.”
They looked at the security guard in bewilderment. “What’s wrong?”
“You don’t meet the dress code.”
Dave stepped forward. “I didn’t hear about a dress code—and besides, what’s wrong with this?” He indicated suit pants, a suit jacket, and a dashing T-shirt.
“Those shirts, sir.”
Everyone looked down at their shirts for stains, snot, kick-me signs, anything. As far as they could see, the shirts were almost the paragon of perfection. Almost, because a picture on a T-shirt coul
Published on April 12, 2009 07:06