crimes.of.fashion

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Yesterday afternoon my memory was jogged when I saw two guys walking past the store I work at wearing pajama pants. Working with the public I am amused daily by the things people choose to wear outside of the privacy of their homes.

Whether it was the waxing moon a couple of weekends ago, I cannot be certain, but one thing I am sure of is that this was the first time I began seeing pajama pants worn in public. Wally, Ally aka renowned Barista and clairvoyant Holliday Mantis ventured out to the Glenwood Lounge, a hip little hangout near the Heartland Café where our friend Rick tends bar.

Shortly after our arrival a scrappy hipster came in and sat down at the bar. Mind you we had drank a few beers, but my eagle eye was still sharp and it zeroed in on his plaid flannel pajama pants. I had to restrain myself from staring, which I am more likely to do after having a beer.

Maybe it’s the critic in me -- the fashion evolution has obviously moved away from suits and ties at the workplace, but since when did pajamas become acceptable to wear in public? Although I am considering getting a pair of Croc’s. They’ll go nicely with my collection of comfortable footwear, which Wally prefers to call Lesbian shoes.