And the flannel lounge pants, (in 95 degreet heat yet) just don't work in public, even if your daughter is attending Vassar. And please note, the crotch seam shouldn't be fitting like a hyper-extended rubber band. Ya need some give there honey, that looks like it might hurt.
I know the whole color blocking trend is having a bit of a resurrection, but trust me, that high contrast band around your widest part is not doing you any favors.
And last, but not least, sitting with your legs fully apart, even though you are covered with nice tight jeans, makes the guy pressing the pannini get second degree burns. Didn't you hear him scream and see the manager running with the little white box with the red cross on the lid? Or were you so busy smirking and feeling proud of yourself that you missed all that?
OK, I'm done. What a week-end. Be brave fashion conservatives, the time will return when we rule the world. Well, at least that is what the lady said to me in line while we waited for our Pannini.
*clip art courtesy here
Gratuity Moment: a back up cook for the poor Pannini guy!
Comments