I'm too shabby

So I was doing laundry last weekend, and I noticed that my clothes are in pretty rough shape -almost everything I own has holes in it, and looks old and worn in general.

On Monday I got dressed for work and checked myself in the mirror. "Dang," I thought to myself, "I am shabby!" Luckily my employer has basically the lowest standards for this sort of thing, so I went to work without worrying too much about it.

Later, on my lunch break, I was sitting on some steps under a building overhang when an elderly man approached me. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah, I'm good." I replied.

"Are you hungry? Do you need food?" he asked.

"No, thanks. I'm good," I said. He nodded and walked away, and suddenly I realized that he thought I was homeless.

I wasn't sure if I should be embarrassed by this. Of course, it's hard to feel shame over a simple misunderstanding when, on the same day, my roommate comes home and excitedly tells me about (and here I quote her directly) the "wonderful garbage" that she found at work -and I'm not talking about a 'perfectly good toaster that someone left beside the dumpster'. It was some sort of packaging material, similar to cardboard ("but, like, really nice cardboard," she insisted) which she fished out of the trash can.

I have found the perfect roommate.