Anthropologie...

So, Alison and I are sitting at Green Mill tonight, enjoying our Diablo wings, when the following happened:

Some Lady: Oh my gosh, I love you shirt.
Alison: Thank you!
Some Lady: I know where you got that! Anthropologie, right?
Alison: Yep! Everyone can find something at Anthropologie. Right, Brent?
Brent: Yes indeed. I often find I want to shoot myself in the brain when I'm at Anthropologie.
Some Lady: Ummm...well, anyway, I love your shirt...

And that's why they try to not let me out in public...