Contemplating the merits of scarlet fever
On The Corner, a middle-aged couple is browsing the racks outside of a clothing store that specialized in University apparel.
The man pauses, pulls out a shirt with a large graphic on the front and asks “How about this one?”
The woman rolls her eyes, “No, no, no-o-o. He said he didn’t want anything garish!”
Sorry, ma’am, but once you’re flipping through a rack of day-glo orange shirts emblazoned with “ORANGE FEVER”, I believe that ship has sailed.