The Devil's Advocate in me usually wants to comment on posts with a balancing point of view. It's all too tempting to reply with something sympathetic when someone's having a bad time, without really stopping to think about what's really going on. Trouble is the Devil's Advocate in me thinks it sounds shitty too :(

Unsurprisingly, no-one's ever admired my tits and asked me where I was going, but the last stranger who told me to "Smile, it may never happen!" got told my brother had just been killed in a car crash. OK, so it wasn't true and I felt slightly sheepish about it, but I bet he thought twice before pulling the same line the next time.

Hope the T-shirt does the trick, or better still that you start to encounter more people who earn that beverage of choice for their intervention.