I was wearing this sweatshirt over my scrubs this morning when one of the anesthesia techs stopped me.
Is that your husband's name?
What? (Looking down) Oh "Spence"? No!
No no no! That's the name of the high school my sister went to.
What, you really think I would wear a sweatshirt with my husband's name
printed in giant letters across my chest? Please.
Well, you know, that's why I was like, damn.