Monkey business

Everyone knows: once you, as a woman (oh, as a man too by the way, I don't discriminate), have grabbed a good, basic white T-shirt, you have gold in your hands. Somehow those things are rare. When I was casually strolling through Utrecht Central this morning with ten minutes to wait for the next train, I thought: ha, I'll pop into Sissy-Boy. And there it was. My monkey shirt. Good quality, nice fabric, not too tight, not too loose, and the little creature is even embroidered with gold. It was love at first sight immediately, hatsa, in the pocket in less than three minutes. On the train, I look amazed at the paper bag. Did I just buy the shirt that you normally never find even if you search for eeeeeeeons? Yes! You understand: this day can't go wrong anymore. Ooh ooh ooh ooh AAH AAH AAH!