There’s a nutty old lady lives a few floors below us, she’s always chatting Emily up. A few weeks ago, I get in the elevator and she’s there. Just the two of us.
She looked up at me and said, “I hate your jacket. I hate that…thing.”
She pointed at “The North Face” logo.
I perked up, eager to know what she had against North Face. She told me that everyone wears North Face jackets. “I see them everywhere, even my grandchildren in California.”
I was happy that she felt strongly enough to give me a piece of her mind.
“The jacket itself is nice, but that–” pointing at the logo again.
The door opened and she walked out. “I just hate it,” she said. “It’s terrible.”