Bob’s birthday is this Sunday, so for the past month, I have been on alert for what to buy him.

Recently, he has been complaining that all of his favorite t-shirts are getting too old and worn to wear, especially the beer t-shirts, since they are from his bachelor days.

So, I came up with a plan to drive him to work today, so I could take the car and drive over to Magic Hat Brewing Company, in South Burlington and buy him a shirt.

Well, last night, he was changing after work and he pulled out this ugly, baby-poop-yellow Magic Hat shirt. This was our conversation:

“You have a Magic Hat shirt?”

“Yeah, but I don’t think this color works for me.”

“No, it really doesn’t, but we could dye it a better color.”

“Naa, Magic Hat’s a pinko beer, anyway,” he said, as he threw the shirt back into the closet.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I don’t want to wear a Magic Hat shirt.”

“Gee, I’m glad I found that out before I went and bought you one for your birthday tomorrow.”

“Are you serious?”

“That was my plan.”

“Yeah, it is a good thing. I would have opened it and been like (makes scowling face).”

“I don’t need the car tomorrow.”

I’m glad his birthday only comes once a year.