Some people say "I love Florida." Some people say "I hate Florida." This shirt says "I wave at Florida," which is the only honest relationship anyone has with this state. You wave hello when you land for spring break. You wave goodbye six days later with a sunburn, a parking ticket, and a story about a guy on Duval Street you legally cannot repeat. Florida does not need declarations. Florida needs a polite gesture from a safe distance.
It works both ways, which is the whole point. Waving hello to Publix subs, 70 degrees in January, and gators that have clearly never paid a utility bill. Waving goodbye to hurricane season, I-4 at 5pm, and whatever your uncle posted on Facebook. Ambiguity is a lifestyle here.
Cut from soft, broken in fabric that holds up to humidity, beach sand, and being worn three days straight without comment. Roomy where it should be, sturdy where it counts, and the print stays sharp wash after wash.
