This does have a point, I promise.
I was over at Dad's today helping him with a project and I decided to take the dogs for a walk. It had cooled down since I'd left the house, so I asked Dad to borrow a sweatshirt. He directed me to the top shelf in his closet. I grabbed one, threw it on and walked out the door.
About 10 mins later, I ran into a lady who stopped to
"I beat Anorexia".