I was riding the bus this morning and I got a knowing nod from a guy. I was a little freaked out for a second...is my fly down? Do I have cottage cheese on my shirt? Does he think I did something illegal?
It turns out, he recognized the sweatshirt I'm wearing. (The pic is of the back) He is a homebrewer and loves the beer from Boundary Bay. It's almost as if wearing the sweatshirt is a badge of honor. You wear it, you're instantly an insider of some cult. Finally, I fit in somewhere. :)
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