Basically. I also wanted one that would work for a variety of common situations which might dictate that I wear an actual suit. The other dress shirt I own is about ten years old and of a rather similar design, but it's getting a bit ragged. Because I am a tightwad seldom have any need to wear a suit, I like to own a single dress shirt that is appropriate for a wide variety of social events. One wouldn't want to wear too joyful a shirt to a funeral, for example. Not that the deceased would care very much, but others might.
Of course, it's also true that my vision may have been a bit impaired when I bought the shirt. I'd had an eye exam a few hours earlier and my pupils were still a bit dilated from the drops. I'd waited an hour or two in the lobby before driving home, and as long as the sun was still out, the photochromic lenses in my eyeglasses darkened my world enough that driving was no problem. But as the sun started to set, the lenses lightened, and the glare from the headlights became a bother. I was flinging curses at drivers for not dimming their lights (and also wondering when pink headlights had become popular) when I realized that perhaps it was the drops.
So I pulled into a Sam's Club and did some shopping. They have great meat prices in Sam's Club. It all looked much pinker than usual, too, so I bought a lot of it. But then again, everything in the store looked much pinker than it usually did. In fact, I was wondering whether Sam's was deliberately enhancing the meat's appearance, or courting the gay market, by switching all its lights to pink. The latter, I decided, was more likely because it also explained the pink headlights. It must have been some sort of gay pride holiday that I hadn't heard about.
After killing enough time in Sam's for my vision to finish clearing up, I drove home. I noticed that the headlights had turned white again, so apparently the holiday was over. But I had a long drive ahead of me and I had to keep the meat cold. Fortunately, it also was about 20F outside; so I opened the windows and turned off the heat to keep the meat cold. By the end of the trip I was having a hard time feeling my fingers and toes and icicles had formed under my nostrils, but the meat was fine.
Rich
