My late wife used to buy me these purple shirts for Christmas. I really don't like the color purple. After a couple of holidays I ended up telling her I didn't like the purple shirts. I looked forward to the next Christmas day with the knowledge that my days of purple shirts were behind me. I tore into the first gift box and discovered... a purple shirt! As a matter of fact, I received two purple shirts. I looked at my wife puzzled. She just smiled and told me I had made her angry the previous Sunday, right before she went out Christmas shopping, and it serves me right! I laughed so hard.
So, here I am, planning to spend a whole day riding 100 miles and guess what--I'll be in a purple shirt! She's paying me back for something I did.
Still laughing about it.
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