I’m a T-shirt and jeans guy. Never spent a lot on clothes. So I meet a girl. She doesn’t mind that I’m a T-shirt and jeans guy. We decide to get married. Now I need a tuxedo. I go big time. I decide not to rent. I buy. It’s worth it. I look great.
Then I get this call. It’s not my best man. Not my mom. It’s Citibank. They just wanted to make sure someone else wasn’t using my card. Imagine a T-shirt and jeans guy finding happiness with a girl, a tuxedo and a bank all at the same time. What a year.