I was the last man standing at work. There were about 10 of us in the office, which normally has about 60 people, to start the day. People panic when it snows (do they not know that they live in New England? I really don’t get that) and it was dead quiet, so by noon I was the only one left.
I had thrown this old sweatshirt on over my sweater when I left in the morning because it was so cold, and took it off when I got to the office. After lunch I got cold and decided that if there was no one there to see me it was okay to wear it. That sweatshirt is 11 years old, and I love it. both sleeves are completely frayed on the edges and there’s paint on it from various apartments. I might keep it until I die.
Posted by Sarah G on December 31, 2008