Breaking New Grounds, Portsmouth
Around 6 p.m.
As I’m sitting at a table on the sidewalk outside one of my favorite coffee shops in Portsmouth, waiting for inspiration for a blog post topic, I realize that I’m wearing my t-shirt inside out. It’s a plain black t-shirt so its possible that nobody would notice, if they would even care. I bought this shirt at a thrift shop and if there were any tags they’ve long since been removed, nor is there any printing left where a tag might have been to identify the size of the shirt. I only noticed when I turned my head to look at the street corner next to me and saw that my shoulder seemed pointier than usual. As I went to satisfy my habit of making things even and smooth I discovered that my shirt sleeve had not bunched up like I thought. Rather, what I had seen was the seams of the stitching which was meant to be worn on the inside.
So, what to do? I’m outdoors so there’s no law preventing me from taking the shirt off and fixing it. Yet now that I’m over thirty I rarely wear even shorts in public, let alone taking off my top. That’s not to mention my unusual amount of body hair, which doesn’t embarrass me so much but I recognize might disturb others. I could go to the bathroom inside the coffee shop. But then I might lose this great table I’m sitting at. I also only have an hour on the parking meter. I want to finish this blog post first. If I finish my post and coffee before my time is up I may go to the bathroom and fix this thing.
But then I have another problem. Suppose I fix my t-shirt. Like I said, it’s plain black. My deodorant is white. There’s a strong possibility that white streaks will become visible on the outside. (I had to spend longer than I wanted to thinking through that the streaks would still be on my armpits as opposed to my shoulder, as the opposites game in my head first suggested.) So, should I even bother? Like I said, nobody mentioned anything. It’s only bothering me. Even then, I’m not that worried about it. It may seem that by this point I’m obsessing over it. That’s only because it gave me a decent word count for the day. In other words, I got my inspiration after all.