Everyday is Halloween

Surrounded by coworkers disguised as skeletons, cowboys, and who-knows-what, I sit in my t-shirt and jeans. I’m wearing a Baltimore Oriole’s hat as well.

A skeleton says to me, “And what are you supposed to be? You can’t just wear a hat and call it a costume.”

“I’m an O’s fan.” I say.

“Is that supposed to be scary?” the skeleton asks.

I reply, “Have you ever seen one before?”