We went down for the weekly bread pickup last night, and I braved the frigid temps to dash into Target for a few things. I grabbed a cart and headed to the Customer Service area to ask about an item I’d ordered.
While I was waiting, a young fellow strolled past in his housecoat. He had that carefully nonchalant expression that practically shouted “I’m sooo cool”. Every head in the vicinity turned to follow his progress. The clerk sort of shrugged her shoulders. “I’ve been seeing pajama bottoms all day, but that’s a new one. I wonder what they’ll come up with next?”
“Come spring” I suggested, “maybe they’ll be dashing around in their BVDs. Or streaking.”
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