(This is a mildly bad idea because I've been reading a novel about a multi-millionaire, and every time I put down the book, I feel like a multi-millionaire, which I'm not.)
Back at the clearance rack... I was a-browsin' when I came across a sweater that I swear I knew in the pre-mortal existence. Don't tell me you've never experienced this sort of connection with articles of clothing. It looks AWESOME.
Cashier: "Oh, these sweaters are so nice."
Me: "Yeah, I love it!"
Cashier: "My BROTHER had one like this."
Me: "Sorry, this is a men's sweater?"
Cashier: "Yeah, the fabric is so light, but he had it for four years."
Yes. My pre-mortal sweater friend (aka swiend) is a MANSWEATER, but I'm not posting a picture of my beloved because you will probably see me sometime in said sweater. Heck yes.