After throwing on clothes in a dark room and rushing out to do an errand tonight, I stopped at Costco to get gas because everyone stops at Costco to get gas. It's cheaper than a Mormon on a pension. The lights they have there are brilliant enought to beckon alien spaceships in to land. Standing at the pump, gas and money pouring at an amazing rate into my hungry, guzzling tank, I looked down at my shirt and noticed that the seam on my sleeve was sticking out. Not being able to get a good view of my entire body because I was helplessly attached to the pump while gas, my lifeblood, flowed into it, I came to a horrifying realization. I was standing in the middle of the busiest and brightest gas station in town, right across from the mall, on a Friday night with my shirt on INSIDE OUT. I looked around furtively and contemplated pulling out early and spewing my gasoline all over the ground to make a quick get away. People at nearby pumping staions seemed to be trying too hard NOT to look at me. I was beginning to flush with embarassment when the pump miraculously clanged to a halt and I was able to sever the guilty connection with my gas guzzling vehicle and actually take a good look at the front of my shirt.
It was on right side out.