Last night my client shows up with sweat stains the size of dinner plates under his arms on his oxford button down. I was appalled. I’m in Chicago on tour & it’s MAY, ppl. For those of you unfamiliar with the area, it’s known as The Windy City. Again, IT’S MAY. Temperatures aren’t soaring by any means🤦🏼♀️.
Then, he literally flops down on the couch🛋 like a little kid would, with his feet straight out in front of him? So he’s kind of looking like a board, & he’ll slide off at any second? I had to bite my tongue to keep from snapping, “Sit up straight! You need to change your shirt👔! Were you raised in a barn?”