I have a
white grey fleece jacket.
I don't know who decided that designing a white jacket would be a good idea--seriously, it's insane. Impossible to keep clean. It's about as practical as hot pink camouflage.
Last week my mother saw my jacket, and exclaimed at its apparent filthiness. "What is that on the back?" she asked. "It looks ridiculous to walk around with coffee stains on the back of your jacket."
"I think that's mud, actually," I said. "The coffee stain was on the front, and it came mostly out with a paper towel."
She rolled her eyes and told me to wash it, whatever it was.
Guess what, Mom?
I still haven't.