So I woke up feeling cute today. I was anticipating a nice Spring day. The sun was shining.

I wore my brand spanking new, crisp white shirt.

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Cute right? I wore it with a pair of wide legged black trousers and a pair of patent leather pumps. Yup, I was walking around the building like Naomi Campbell.

So I’m sitting at lunch at a table of co-workers when the one across from me starts shaking his salad dressing bottle and the contents fly across the table onto….you guessed it….my new white shirt.

Oil and vinegar and you KNOW that oil is not coming out of my shirt.

I was gracious about it because he felt terrible but he never once offered to pay for my dry cleaning or to purchase a new shirt for me. Hmpmh.

What say you? Do I get my shirt dry cleaned and leave the bill on his desk or just let the whole incident go since it was an accident?