The purple-shirted boobie in its native habitat:
So Greg and I went out for a nice dinner tonight, and he, of course, wore his spiffy new shirt. We had a reservation but got there a few minutes early, so we had to wait. As we were waiting, a tall, thin man exited the restaurant. He stared blatantly at Greg, so I turned to see why he was staring. And here is why I prefer nonfiction to fiction — because some things are too fantastic to make up. The man was wearing a purple and white checked shirt very much like Greg’s. Two purple-shirted boobies in one restaurant. A pair of boobies!