True Conversations With My Brother

My brother Scott stopped me when I came in this morning to ask me if I’d gone to our co-worker’s going away party at the bar last night. I told him I’d stopped by for a little while before Spanish class but didn’t make it back because of the severe storm that passed through. Scott then noticed the un-tucked “St. Louis Original Brand” t-shirt I was sporting and asked, “Is that a souvenir from the company?” since our company’s HQ is there. “No,” I said, “I just pick up t-shirts from the places I go.” He then took the index finger of his left hand and rubbed his left pec and said, “My shirt’s about ducks.”