I was invited to a thanksgiving party today, and I had a ride this time. I dressed up nicely, and had new clothes on along with a very nice black shirt with nice buttons. I like to keep my shirt out often, and today was no exception. As I arrived at the party place with my ride, however, I realized that I had somehow broken the last bottom button on my shirt.
So, I had come to meet many people with a black shirt on that had no last button, and thus the ends of the shirt hung loosely and flung around from place to place whenever I walked around. I don’t know if anyone noticed or not, but in the beginning I was wondering if I should sit down somewhere and not walk that much, or not care at all. I eventually forgot about it until it was time to leave.
Oh boy; it was very interesting. It’s time to check every shirt for loose buttons by pulling on each and every button in the closet.