Friday morning while trying to get dressed for a seminar I was attending I made the mistake of asking how I looked. Scott was rather vague and just said "o.k." So of course being a woman I wanted to know what o.k. meant.
"Well, you look like a turd" is what he told me.
Obviously I was wearing way too much brown. I immediately tried on every piece of clothing I owned for the next thirty minutes trying to come up with a less turdish option.
So... yesterday morning, Scott chose an outfit that was primarily brown. He didn't ask what he looked like, so I volunteered the information and told him he looked like a turd. What's fair is fair.
"Good - that's the look I was going for" and walked out of the room.