This is the shirt I'm wearing today. Now if you don't know much about tennis, you might not understand that if you haven't scored any points in a game, they call it LOVE, so you can see my shirt is a little play on words. Because in tennis love means nothing. (no points)
Some people don't get it. I will be talking to someone and they will be staring at my chest, trying to figure out what in the heck my shirt means. (I am giving them the benefit of the doubt.)
So when I went to the gas station one person in particular couldn't grasp the shirts concept no matter how hard I tried to explain. I had just taken my diet coke up to the counter to be rung up and the cashier man, who had a thick Indian accent (I am trying my hardest not to compare him with a certain Simpson's Character)
Oops, couldn't help it. This is how the conversation went..
Cashier: "You know, love means something."
Me: blank stare. (not understanding why he was bringing up the complex subject of love with a complete stranger)
Cashier: (staring at my chest) "Your shirt, doesn't make sense, love means something."
Me: light bulb flashing over my head. "Oh, not in tennis though."
Cashier: "Oh, you're in love with a tennis player?" "He broke your heart?"
Me: "No, in tennis if you don't score it means nothing and they call it love."
Cashier: (winking and raising an eyebrow) "Oh I see, you scored with a tennis player."
Me: wondering how this short trip to the gas station had taken such a bizarre turn, mumbled "Have a good day!"
Leaving the man at the counter puzzled and probably interested in taking up tennis.