"Here, take these shoes and put them on right now. Throw the ones you're wearing in the dumpster. You can't get in my car dressed like that." My boss Jayball was taking me to dinner yesterday for my birthday; but before I was allowed in his car, I was forced to adjust my wardrobe. "While you're at it take the shirt off you're wearing and throw it in the trash too. And those sweats and whatever shorts you're wearing underneath them can go as well. You look like you dress yourself out of a garbage can."
I was now standing in the parking lot of my apartment complex with nothing but a pair of socks on. I wasn't wearing any underwear. "Here, put this stuff on," he then hands me a new shirt, shorts and a pair of silk sweats. Everything fit like a glove. "Let me take a look at you," he says, "Now that's what I am talking about. You don't look like a homeless guy anymore. You can get in the car now."
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