When’s it OK to wear pajamas out in public?
My guess is never.
Across the pond, the United Kingdom adopted a dress code, banning folks from wearing their jammies to the grocery store and other public places. Of course, this goes beyond the “no shirt, no shoes, no service” policy we’re used to seeing around here.
In Shanghai, it’s discouraged for people there to lounge around in public wearing PJs.
Around here, I know Monday mornings can be a drag. On this day, I was in need of breaking a $20 bill for my son’s lunch money. It’s too bad the ATM machines at my bank are unable to spit out $5 bills for that very amount.
The closest business en route to Josh’s high school is the corner liquor store. Now I often go there for my cup of coffee and newspaper fix in the mornings.
I’m quite aware the chances are pretty good that the people during this time of day will likely purchase: A) Pack of smokes; B) Lottery tickets; C) The morning paper; D) Beer, wine or liquor.
On this particular morning, the person standing ahead of me in line just happened to be a grown woman dressed in the full ensemble flannel nightwear. It was interesting that even in a liquor store her fashion sense raised a few eyebrows.
By the way, the guy in front of her picked up lottery tickets.
The PJ-wearing woman was there to buy cigarettes and a Swisher Sweet cigar. The latter may suggest she was looking to smoke something illegal. But, really, what people do in their spare time is their business.
Meanwhile, I was on the clock. I needed to take care of my regular purchase in order to break a $20 bill and still drop my son off at school in a timely manner.
So I patiently waited for the stranger dressed in the flannel nightwear with the Teddy bear pattern to complete her transaction. She tried to pay using a $100 bill – the sign posted inside the liquor store read: “We cannot take $100 bills” – but only had the acceptable amount to cover the cost for just the cigar.
When it came my turn, I was in and out on my purchase but not without a comment.
“If you ever see me come in your store wearing pajamas – shoot me, please, take me out of my misery,” I jokingly said to the clerk.
She responded with a chuckle and a few words.
“Can you believe that? A grown woman (out in public) in pajamas?” the clerk said.
For someone over the age of 30 in this sort of wear might be deemed a fashion faux pas. Perhaps folks in some circles – maybe some high schoolers or college coeds – could get away with sporting pajamas outside the comforts of their home or dorm. But a grown up?
Besides does it really take that much effort to slip into a t-shirt, baseball cap, and a pair of jeans, shorts, or even sweat pants prior to leaving the house?
I don’t think so.
Now the only exception might be if you’re extremely sick. Then all bets are off.
My guess is never.
Across the pond, the United Kingdom adopted a dress code, banning folks from wearing their jammies to the grocery store and other public places. Of course, this goes beyond the “no shirt, no shoes, no service” policy we’re used to seeing around here.
In Shanghai, it’s discouraged for people there to lounge around in public wearing PJs.
Around here, I know Monday mornings can be a drag. On this day, I was in need of breaking a $20 bill for my son’s lunch money. It’s too bad the ATM machines at my bank are unable to spit out $5 bills for that very amount.
The closest business en route to Josh’s high school is the corner liquor store. Now I often go there for my cup of coffee and newspaper fix in the mornings.
I’m quite aware the chances are pretty good that the people during this time of day will likely purchase: A) Pack of smokes; B) Lottery tickets; C) The morning paper; D) Beer, wine or liquor.
On this particular morning, the person standing ahead of me in line just happened to be a grown woman dressed in the full ensemble flannel nightwear. It was interesting that even in a liquor store her fashion sense raised a few eyebrows.
By the way, the guy in front of her picked up lottery tickets.
The PJ-wearing woman was there to buy cigarettes and a Swisher Sweet cigar. The latter may suggest she was looking to smoke something illegal. But, really, what people do in their spare time is their business.
Meanwhile, I was on the clock. I needed to take care of my regular purchase in order to break a $20 bill and still drop my son off at school in a timely manner.
So I patiently waited for the stranger dressed in the flannel nightwear with the Teddy bear pattern to complete her transaction. She tried to pay using a $100 bill – the sign posted inside the liquor store read: “We cannot take $100 bills” – but only had the acceptable amount to cover the cost for just the cigar.
When it came my turn, I was in and out on my purchase but not without a comment.
“If you ever see me come in your store wearing pajamas – shoot me, please, take me out of my misery,” I jokingly said to the clerk.
She responded with a chuckle and a few words.
“Can you believe that? A grown woman (out in public) in pajamas?” the clerk said.
For someone over the age of 30 in this sort of wear might be deemed a fashion faux pas. Perhaps folks in some circles – maybe some high schoolers or college coeds – could get away with sporting pajamas outside the comforts of their home or dorm. But a grown up?
Besides does it really take that much effort to slip into a t-shirt, baseball cap, and a pair of jeans, shorts, or even sweat pants prior to leaving the house?
I don’t think so.
Now the only exception might be if you’re extremely sick. Then all bets are off.
