I took my lovely wife to Sugarcreek Restaurant for breakfast this morning. And I wanted to point out something that I don't like. Now, there are a lot of you who will say that I'm nuts or whatever, but I have been restored to reason.
I hate it when men wear those damn tank tops or t-shirts with cut-off sleeves to restaurants ... well, restaurants at which I want to enjoy a meal. I'm sure that these guys like open the closet in the morning and say to their wife, "Hey, honey, what do you think goes with these long, shiny navy shorts I'm wearin', y'know, the ones that hang below my knees?" And she says like, "Oh babycakes, your white tank top with the Boston Marathon design is at the cleaners, but the Hooters t-shirt with the cut-off sleeves is back, but they made a mistake and it has medium starch." And he says, "It'll have to do, I guess."
Come on, you're going to a restaurant. Maybe I'm old-fashioned; but sweaty male armpits are kind of gross to me. Especially in the eating context.
Posted by Bill at July 5, 2004 04:28 PMI think you're giving them credit for a lot more thinking than actually goes on in the dressing process.
Posted by: TW at July 5, 2004 06:38 PMBackward baseball caps and muddy sneakers complete the ensemble. Doubtless TW is correct.
Posted by: Philip at July 7, 2004 12:41 PM