Every time you swim in an open water race you get the tee shirt, or two.

Some are cool.

Some are not.

My Bionic Boyfriend cannot seem to tell the difference and he wears them EVERYWHERE. I try to slip the ugliest ones out to the Goodwill when he’s not looking, knowing full well that I’m starting marital discord in someone else’s house.

I’ve gotten away with this until this weekend. We were in Costco….

DOUG: Hey, that guy has my tee shirt!

ME: Really? You sure?

DOUG: Who has a neon orange swimming tee shirt from Florida at a Costco in Illinois!

Immediately I felt sorry for him … until I looked at his chest to see the next one that just has to go.