Sweater Sweat
I hate it when I’m freezing to death at work, so I put on my Work Sweater (which makes me look like the White Queen in Through the Looking Glass) and then I work really hard for a while and don’t notice that the air has warmed until it’s almost too late and my underarms are just about considering starting to perspire.
Because then I imagine that my Work Sweater stinks.
I do wash it, but I hate to, because then I forget to bring it back to work in a timely manner, and then I freeze to death for days or weeks. It’s almost fall, which means that soon our company will turn the heaters too high and I’ll have to wear sleeveless garments instead of sweaters. When that happens, I might get a new Work Sweater for next year.
I could always fumigate this one, of course, but I think it deserves retirement, instead. It’s served me well. Plus, it’s not like I’d ever be caught dead wearing it in public. It’s just a crazy old marled beige cardigan that I bought on clearance at TJ Maxx one summer day two years ago, when I was freezing to death.
