I was recently transferred to a new department at work. I started training this week. On Fridays, we have a dress down day where you can wear jeans and a T-shirt so this morning I threw on a pair of jeans and a Michigan shirt.
Even though I live in Kentucky, I’m still in the Cincinnati metro area. Quite a few people commute here from the north side of the river. One of those folks happened to notice my shirt before he even sat down.
“Michigan?” he asked as if his mom had just passed away.
“Let me guess…you’re an Ohio State fan.” I asked.
He nodded affirmatively then started to shake his head as if being a Wolverine fan is a mortal sin and God was judging me there and then.
“Look,” I said, “you guys aren’t any a better position than we are. New coach. New quarterback. Sanctions.”
“At least we don’t lose to Division III schools,” he said lamely. Like Division I schools actually play Division III schools.
“Well,” I deadpanned, “that’s because you don’t play any.” I antagonized him further by telling him I’d show him my Michigan lunchbox later and that I’d put the Michigan fight song as my ringtone and use my desk phone to call myself all day. I also promised to wear Michigan shirts every opportunity I had.
“You probably got those pajamas with the footies,” he says stupidly.
“They make them in my size?” He nodded again. “Sweet! I’ll wear them just for you.”
At that point he got a phone call which ended our repartee. Coincidentally, he sits right behind me so I’ll get to ruin every Friday for him.
I love making new friends.