White cotton singlet straining to cover his rotund belly. And failing. Dismally.
Tightest footy shorts. How did you even get into them? I suppress a shudder.
Bare feet with long, dirty toenails.
On your couch? Sure.
The beach? Sure.
The park? Okay.
Ducking in to buy milk? I guess.
My restaurant for dinner service? As likely as my daughter prancing over a rainbow on a pink unicorn and finding a pot of gold.
I hasten to the door.
Afterword
Do you have a wild dress code story of your own? Maybe from school? Or work?
This one came from my head, but I drew on a few interesting encounters from over the years.
Photo attribution: thanks to Stainless Images on Unsplash.