The sponsors of this OhMeNerves.com are proud to bring to you the second annual Stupid Steve Shirt Day.

Sigh. A year ago, almost to the day actually, I had an unfortunate (and embarrassing) mishap with a new shirt. Well… It seems that I’ve decided to make this an annual event.

Yesterday morning, I proudly donned my brand new shirt that I had purchased on sale just a couple of weeks ago. Looking dapper in my new duds, I headed off to school… er, I mean, work ready to take on the day. I walked through the office to my desk, booted up my computer and sauntered down to the cafeteria for a nice hot cuppa java. Several smiles and “Good mornings” later, I managed my way through the crowds at the coffee urns and I was on my way with my steaming mug of perkiness. (Perkiness… get it? Sorry.) Wandering back down the hall, I approached one of my colleagues. As he walked toward me he said, “Steve, is there a sticker or something on your shirt?” As throngs of people sauntered by, rubbernecking toward me as if I had just overturned my car in the median, he walked behind me and carefully took his time removing a sticker boldly displaying “XL” – the size of my shirt.

Sonuvabitch!

How did he know about the sticker on the back of my shirt as he walked toward me from the front? How long ago had he seen it? Or worse, who told him? Was word getting around?

Sigh. Oh well, at least there were lots of witnesses.