I want this t-shirt soooo bad. And I’ll pay the $40 to get it, but…
I’ll be damned if I’m going to get a cheap-ass Gildan t-shirt in the mail. Made with two-digit thread count cotton so rough it must have been woven by ancient Sumerians.
You know the ones… those cheap t-shirts that charities and non-profits hand out. That you see people wearing over a white cotton undershirt to avoid having their upper torso slowly “exfoliated” to the bone by burlap.
When you get older you don’t care how much it costs. You just want a nice one. You just want the one that fits. You just want the one that works.