Dad buys Designer

My dad hates shopping. He also hates when my mother shops for him. Unless she is buying him figs, he makes her return everything she buys him. That includes all clothes. Even if he desperately needs it. Always the minimalist, he believes he can get by on one of everything. He can't that's weird but he insists so we don't push it.

But one day he came home with a huge grin on his face and told us he bought a shirt for himself! After the initial shock, we all wanted to see the shirt. Proudly, he brought it out of the bag and began to boast. "I couldn't believe it, I found a Giorgio Armani shirt for only 9.99! What a great deal."

Always the observant one, I noticed he had pulled the shirt out of a WalMart bag.

Umm dad, where did you get the shirt?
WalMart.
Dad, I don't think they sell Armani at WalMart?
They do! I bought it.
..........................

I check the tag, just to make sure. 

Yeah, NO.

This brand is just called GEORGE. Not Giorgio. Not Armani. JUST GEORGE.

It wasn't like WalMart claimed it was an Armani shirt and my dad got conned into a knock-off a la Chinatown (or Harwin if you're a Houstonian) my dad just up and thought George equated Armani! And since he NEVER shops, it's not beyond him to know that Walmart would never ever carry that.

No one had the guts to tell him and when he put the shirt on the next day, we even threw him a "Looking sharp, dad!' "Whooooaaaa check out George-io over here!"

Bless his heart.