The "My New Favorite Shirt" Story

It was an ordinary day.  Taking my shirt off so I could trade it with a very large guy by the name of Maurice.  Seems my Lobster House t-shirt was a big draw when I walked into the bar at La Table d'Antoine in Orient Village on the French side of the island of St. Martin.  

Maurice wearing my Lobster House shirt while I wear
his Pinel Island shirt.  French guy's my new best friend.

Fellow at the bar by the name of Maurice saw it and after some time I realized he wanted to swap his Pinel Island shirt for my Lobster House shirt.  Told him I wasn't quite sure I wanted to do it and after finding out that the restaurant didn't make pizza, I headed next door to order my pizza.  Twenty minutes later I had my pizza in hand and was headed to my car parked a short distance away when I saw Maurice at another bar called Yellow Sub.  Or eyes met, he motioned to me and .... well I now have a new aqua colored Pinel Island shirt and he has my Lobster House shirt that I bought in Cape May, New Jersey.  I should tell you that Maurice is a few sizes larger than me, but he pulled my dark blue shirt over his head and said it fit fine.  You must remember though that Maurice was on at least his third bar in Orient Village when we made our trade.    As for me, I'm going to have to wash my in some scalding water to make it fit.  When I got back to our rental unit with the pizza, Carol didn't recognize the change for a few minutes and then she looked at me with a puzzled look and asked where I got the shirt.  After my explanation she said, "It's good he didn't like your pants."  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.