all good things must come to an end

that's it. it's over. i've had enough. i can no longer bury my head in the sand anymore. what is over, you may ask? why, my not-so-secret love affair with the old navy graphic tee, of course. for yesterday afternoon, as i sat under the big top outside centrepoint mall in north york, ontario, i couldn't help but notice that my maroon-coloured, lifeguard print, old navy graphic tee would continually scrunch up beneath my chin. now at first i thought it might have something to do with the overwhelming humidity of the day. but that's wasn't it. then i considered the possibility that i had somehow slipped my t-shirt on backwards yesterday morning. but that wasn't it either.

and so, in the end, i had no choice but to conclude that yesterday's consternation was likely the result of faulty craftsmanship exhibited by old navy's loyal army of underpaid factory workers. after all, you get what you pay for, right? and in this case, i think i may have paid six dollars for my lifeguard tee. or was it eight? or maybe it was only five. but whatever the cost, i suppose i have no right to expect dior quality at walmart prices.

because you see, this isn't the first time i've encountered problems with the fit and comfort level of my old navy graphic tee collection. for example, one of my old navy tees is known to pinch at my spine every now and again. another appears grossly lopsided in terms of its sleeve length. and a third most definitely was not woven with 100% cotton, contrary to the specifications found on the tagless label, i might add. throw in yet another which began to fray after only two or three washes and the trend becomes difficult to ignore.

oh, well. what can i say? meh, it was fun while it lasted. and the tees and i did have a good time together. but alas, in the end our differences simply grew too great to overcome. yet i take comfort in the fact that no one can ever steal away the memories. it is the memories that i will always cherish. wherever i go in life.

"i don't know why they call it heartbreak. it feels like every other part of my body is broken too." - missy altijd

misery loves company circa 1981: