Tissue boxes

In the supermarket, a stock boy was carrying a stack of tissue boxes. He stared at my Yellow Submarine tee shirt. As I passed, he dropped the boxes on the floor. When I turned around he said, "I was looking at your shirt ... I like their music." "It's a good album," I said. He picked up the boxes. I pushed the car towards the checkout aisles. I thought, if I had been wearing a white tee shirt, nobody would have said, "that's a cool color," "cool shirt, mate" or anything, let alone have a column of tissue boxes topple to the floor. You have to have something on the shirt. It has to say something. Then people will drop what they're doing and talk to you.