One of the best things about Fridays on my campus is that hardly anyone is around. Not only does this make parking less of a headache, and interruption mid-task less probable, but it means that there’s even less pressure to dress in a manner that asserts, “I am a responsible adult!”
I mean, I am a responsible adult, but must I prove it by wearing a suit?
I’m on a campus committee that meets every few weeks, on Fridays. This means that the other committee members are also likely to dress as if it were a Friday — in jeans and T-shirts. Even dressed like graduate students, we get the job done.
So, I’m choosing clothes this morning and this is the T-shirt at the top of the stack:
It’s a wee bit smart-alecky for work, but this committee has shown itself quite committed to getting down to business in the presence of smart-alecky T-shirts.
But then it occurs to me that one of the members of the committee is the campus veterinarian. And I’m dying to know what her guess would be as far as important issues in the chicken regions indicated by the arrow.
I’ll report back with my findings on this matter later.
(The shirt was purchased from One Horse Shy, just in case you’ve decided you need one for yourself.)