If anyone, ever, were to create a job where someone had to wear a specific piece of clothing for 60 seconds — or maybe 10 –and inform the clothing manufacturer that the tag was itchy AF and annoying and feel-able and there and present and impossible to ignore, then I’m just saying I could do that job very well.
Oh, yes. I’d be a rock star in that role.
In the meantime, Charter Club, Ima lookin at you.
