Tidy Whities
Have you noticed the latest fad? People go every place in their pajamas. They're even at WalMart at 3:00 in the afternoon in fuzzy slippers and flannel PJs.
If we're talking casual dress, though, I can top that. With my very own eyes, I've seen a neighbor run out in his underwear to move his water sprinkler. Honest, I'm not making this up. And no, it wasn't the dead of night. It happened in the middle of the day.
Exactly what is the Emily Post/Miss Manners etiquette when you see your neighbor out in his tidy whities? Are you supposed to greet him cheerily, and act as if he's not wearing underwear? No wait, that didn't some out right. What I meant is, are you supposed to act as if he's wearing clothes and not just underwear?
"Oh hi, Roger. Nice day today. Think it's going to rain?" you say, while studiously studying the sky and ignoring his lack of clothing.
Or is it more socially correct to acknowledge the situation and compliment his underwear? "Hey Roger, nice jockey shorts. Do they come in pink?"
When it happened, I wondered if I was dreaming. But then I knew that couldn't be true, because if it was a dream, I'd be the one standing outside in my underwear.
Only I'd have been a lot more embarassed about it.
You make me laugh! I've had underwear dreams, too, and the only person I've seen outside in his tidy whities is our son who wouldn't feed the dog in the time limit given him, so his dad pushed him outside in his underwear. It never happened again after that!
Shirley,
HA! Love that story about your son ending up out in his underwear to feed the dog. I'm sure some day, he'll appreciate the humor in it!
Thanks for stopping by and commenting. I left a comment at your Shirley Bahlmann Biz blog and your Ton of Authors' blog. And thanks for letting me sell my book, along with yours at the Festival over the weekend!
(For any of you who want to read about Shirley's sure-fire way to sell books, check out her blog about the Scandinavian Festival.)
I must have a mean streak a mile wide, because my first thought was to lean out the window and scream "Put some clothes on, you dirty old man!" - or if I had been outside I would have screamed, put my hands over my eyes and yelled, "I've been incensed!!" (you have to know Ray Stevens for that one to work). Either way, I'll bet he'd never do it again! :^>
Weston,
Well ... I like your solution. Maybe I'll try it next time!
As for being "incensed", let me guess. From Ray Steven's, "The Streak"?
Thanks for stopping by and commenting!
Oh, yes! The immortal Ray Stevens, king of silliness!
You just gotta love Ray Stevens. He's kept us occupied through many long hours of traveling by singing along with his songs.