All it takes is the first half decent warm day to make people prematurely shed their coats (risking rebound colds and pneumonia), throw on their pre-Easter drabbery and strut their liabilities publicly. Maybe it was due to it being the last day of real time until November (I have issues about Daylight Saving, but that’s for another time), or perhaps folks just didn’t get around to their first coffee of the day, but if aliens landed in the parking lot of the Thriftway market and saw what I did, they’d likely think the planet was overrun by giant amoebas.
I have never seen so much exercise wear on people who obviously don’t exercise. Senior citizens were wearing the stuff. Pant cuffs were dragging on the blacktop and butts were unrestrained by any type of much needed support.
Of the six vehicles I saw pull into the lot, four of them dropped off passengers at the door, and the potential patrons trodded their way to the automatic doors as if to an execution. Granted, going to the supermarket has become an acceptable form of torture with all the tasty food overpriced and the bland stuff on sale for prices nobody really wants to pay. However, is depression an excuse for slovenliness?
It bothered me that people were not really looking at themselves before heading out the door. Achieving that happy balance of neat, clean and assembled is something nobody should abandon because of the weather or even the economy.
I kept my jacket on today, for fear of being caught with my resistance down just when I encounter a germ on a public surface. Once we’re sure spring is here for good, I’ll run my outerwear to the cleaners and break out the short sleeves. Meanwhile my ill-fitting exercise gear is in the drawer where it belongs.
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