Last weekend for the Chicago M&S I dressed to impress, wearing my Model Insider shirt, intending to push MI to the locals. Just as I was about ready to step out the door, the bell rang. It was the police, and they were looking for my neighbor. I buzzed them up.
Naturally curious, I stepped out in the hallway to find out what was going on. I spoke to the police officer for about 20 minutes, telling him what I knew of the neighbors, making some small talk, and then wishing him a good afternoon.
I went into the bathroom to make sure I had everything and to close the door, and then remembered what shirt I had on. A glance in the mirror confirmed…
Smoooooooooooooooth, Rach. Smooth.