Snotting on Boss

Reading an article on my.aptrick.com this morning revived a funny memory – though this anti-climatic story may be one of those “you had to be there” stories.

February – Chicago. To say it’s cold is an understatement. It’s the kind of weather where you wear wool sweaters over long sleeve shirts, and don your wool trench coat, hat, scarf, and gloves before you head out of the hotel’s revolving door. And you still stick your hands in your pockets to keep them warm. You sniffle as you walk the streets because the cold makes your nose run.

We were wondering along Chicago’s Magnificent Mile – North Michigan Avenue – wandering in and out of the luxe stores that we know we can’t really afford. It’s nice to dream…

We head into Hugo Boss and over towards the sweaters. Shopping with gloves on isn’t quite as much fun for me. I love to feel the different textures of fabrics, running my hands over everything I walk by in the store. We see a sweater that’s nice, and I lean in to see how much it is. As I lean over the sweater – DRIP! I snotted on a $400 Hugo Boss sweater.

Someone probably bought that sweater – and it has my snot on it – which just cracks me up.