Gerry came out of the bathroom smelling and looking great. He reached into the closet for one of his shirts that screamed I AM A TOURIST.
I wrinkled my nose disapprovingly.
“That shirt screams I want to get robbed.”
“Laura, cookie, so do half the tourists with what they wear. Besides I spent a mint on new clothes for the trip, as per your request. I left my ratty jeans and holey t-shirts at home, so I could look good for two weeks out of my life.”
“Okay, point taken, I guess we can risk it for one night.” If there was one place on earth, you could wear a loud shirt and not look tacky it was Florida.