same shirt issues

today, well actually by now it was yesterday, i had a driving lesson. a driving lesson you shout? yes. a driving lesson. it has been almost a week since my last one. i was both excited and nervous. but more excited. earlier on in the day i had awoke nice and early for a job interview. threw on a shirt and went. that went well. later on i realise i don't know what time my lesson is, so i woo out the old mobile phone and text my instructor... yes. i'm that cool i text my driving instructor. i politely ask if the lesson is at 5 or 6. he replies 6. i was ok with this as i have no other plans for the day. a few minutes pass... another text from the driving instructor. "oh no!" i think, "perhaps he's angry that i text him rather than rang him, after all we had only met the once before. but then i remember that it was him who instigated this text 'relationship' we now had. i cautiously reach for my phone, expecting the worst. to my relief however, he was merely suggesting that we meet at 5:30, rather than the pre arranged 6. i agreed. this made a lot of sense... didn't it?

5:25 rolls around, i am happily wasting time on the computer, then i realise the lesson is upon me, and i shouldn't be late, so i grab my keys, run for the door and head off to the meeting point. it was halfway there that i realised the major issue at hand. i am wearing the same shirt as i had on the previous lesson, and the only other time we had met. therefore, i could look like some sort of simpson character to him. i think about going home and changing. but what would i change in to? and i don't have time. he will be there, and i will be late.

i try to remember what he had wore before, i couldn't. this was a good sign, why would he remember my clothes if i couldn't remember his. by this point i had arrived at the meet, he was not to be seen. what if he had seen me on approach, seen my same clothesness and thought "eurgh!" and turned away! after all, he had suggested this earlier time, now HE wasn't here... i would have had time to change!

he pulls in. now i begin to debate whether it would be better to mention the same shirtness myself, so he knows that i know, then i can drop into conversation how it had been washed, and i hadn't worn it constantly... but this may make me look silly, and he may not believe me. but if i don't mention it, he will think the worst anyway surely? i stroll to the car, thoughts pulsating through my head! what should i do? panic stricken i flip a coin. not a real coin, but a coin in my head. it landed on tails....

i did not say anything, neither did he.

but now i know to look out for his cardigan and boot combination next time