Big Orange T

I was driving behind a truck today with four big orange Ts arranged on the tailgate. Cool! Another Tennessee fan! I wanted to connect with them, but how? There were no outside signs on the Explorer to show that I, too, was a Tennessee fan.

I could show them my purse across the lane. But the Ts were too small to see.

“Nice orange purse, crazy lady.”

I was wearing UT shorts. However, I was certain the police would be alerted if I stood up and pressed my butt against the window.

I could write “Go Vols” on a piece of paper and show it to them. A pen was nowhere to be found. I gave up.

We came to a stop light, and I looked over their way (cuz I’m nosy like that). The passenger smiled at me, waved and mouthed, “Go Vols!” I waved back, excited to make new friends through this sacred connection. But how in the world did she know I was a Tennessee fan, too? The light turned green and I was perplexed. Maybe it’s telekinesis or something. When your blood runneth orange, you instinctively recognize a fellow Vol Fan.

Stopping at the next light, I check the rearview mirror… And the mystery is solved! Staring back at me is the big orange T on my baseball cap, prominently displayed smack dab on my forehead.