I put my shirt on backwards once a day.

Remember those Haines commercials a few years back that featured Michael Jordan walking around in his undies talking about how the company was doing away with the tag on their undershirts? Remember how impressed you were with the innovative new ways of the t-shirt industry? Remember how Michael suggested that you would never have to cope with that little tag rubbing on your neck ever again? Remember?

Naturally, I wound up with a drawer full of these “tagless” shirts. I didn’t seek them out necessarily, but a few trips to Sears over the years and before I knew it, I was just like Mike—at least when it came to undershirts.

There’s just one problem. In place of the tag, a very cheap decal is put in place. Displaying the shirt’s size, material content and washing instructions, this label eventually comes off—completely—so that any clear distinction between the front or the back is erased. Leaving idiots like me staggering down the hallway with t-shirt wrapped foreheads, twisted and confused almost every single morning.