When I was getting lunch today the guy behind me in line was wearing a dark blue FBI t-shirt. The kid was an otherwise scruffy-hipster-looking-dufus, and for 1.5 seconds I was confused. Then I realized he was rocking the “Female Body Inspector” shirt that I remember so fondly from the 5th grade. My mom wouldn’t let me get one, even though it was so hysterical. If I could find the same shirt in a 4-T I’d buy one right now for the Jr. VP. That would be awesome, and I’m certain the CFO would approve. Certain.

That guy is the king. I should have bought his sandwich just for making my day by wearing that shirt. Next time.