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Ted gets in from work unusually chipper.
While I’m watching the news, he passes through to go and fiddle around in the garden, only he’s not wearing a shirt. Shorts, but no shirt.
He comes back and stands staring at the TV. So I ask him,
Why aren’t you wearing a shirt? Are you gay or something?
I’m allowed to go without a shirt, I’m hot, I’ve had a hard day. I just want to not wear a shirt. Is that ok with you?
‘No’, I say.
Later when Ted’s ripping into Chris about the dishwasher or something, I back him up with
Yeah, Chris. How could you possibly be an authority on the matter? You’re wearing a shirt.
Ted angrily tells me I’m jealous and suggests I should take off my shirt too, in the most wrong interpretation of can’t beat ‘em join ‘em ever.
I don't.
Ted puts on a shirt and watches the cricket.