Here are the contestants. Having survived the Battle Of The Atlantic in WWII, I recently became engaged in The War Of The Shirts. On the left is Shirt No. 1. My daughter, (the one who is wont to rant), told me that if she saw me wearing Shirt No. 1 again she would rip it off my back. (her exact words, I swear). I could see nothing wrong with the shirt. After all, it did everything a shirt is supposed to do. (cover the naked torso). And as for the style, does it differ much from Shirt No. 2? I think not. Having grown up in the dirty thirties, and, living up to traditional Scottish frugality, I like to get full value for my money.
However, fearing violence, I hied to the nearest haberdasherie. We don't have a Moores in Yarmouth so I went to Walmart, Zellers, and finally settled on Marks Work Wearhouse where I purchased Shirt No. 2. (and a pair of pants), displayed on the right.
Does it matter that Shirt No. 1 is 27 years old? My daughter thinks so. Do you?