“Hey!” I said to the hipsters. ”You guys got the deep v-necks on!? I got the deep v-neck on too! Let’s hang out!”
They glanced over at me for a second and then looked away in disgust. ”God…” they muttered.
“What!?” I asked, pretending not to know that my testicles were resting on the base of my super duper deep v-neck.
They left soon after that, leaving me alone on the curb.
“You know? I might not be wealthy or cool or even intelligent,” I said to myself. Then I felt like there was more to that sentence, but I guess there wasn’t.
