Monday, August 6, 2012
Grown Ups
This is a plea. Grown-ups, let's be better examples. I saw a grown woman wearing far too short of a skirt today with tights on underneath. Guess what lady, the tights do not act as pants in this case, and therefore do not make your outfit appropriate for public. While running errands at Lowe's I also witnessed a grown man wearing pajama pants. UNACCEPTABLE. Here is my plea; adults and children old enough to dress themselves: Do NOT leave the house and enter public wearing any of the following: pajamas, sweatpants, pants with words on the backside, houseshoes or slippers, or anything non age-appropriate. If you are old, don't wear young people clothes. If you are young, let's be honest, nobody wants to see you wearing inappropriate clothing. How can we as adults allow someone to walk around with words on girls backsides Spandex has an extremely limited purpose and should be reserved exclusively for those purposes. How can I expect anything but the three... we'll call them young gentlemen, wearing pajama pants... in a Panera Bread... at noon:30. Sorry you guys just woke up and dragged yourselves to the old Panera, but come on.
While we're at it, as I noticed the young men standing there waiting for their food something struck me as part of what is wrong with the youth of today. One of the young men's buzzers went off indicating that their lunch was ready. A great moment in life, sure, I'll give you that, but what came next shouldn't have even been considered. One of them looked at the lucky man and said "Attaboy." Attaboy... really? Are we now so free with congratulations, that someone else's work gets us an attaboy. You didn't make the sandwich. I doubt you are even the one who paid for said sandwich. That is pure speculation of course, but the fact remains that in no way should this young man receive congratulations for someone else completing a task. A nominal task at that. I don't think I would give someone an attaboy if they made a sandwich anyway. A thank you maybe, but "attaboy." Sorry, no. If you hear me say "attaboy" to you, it is because you earned it.
While we're at it, as I noticed the young men standing there waiting for their food something struck me as part of what is wrong with the youth of today. One of the young men's buzzers went off indicating that their lunch was ready. A great moment in life, sure, I'll give you that, but what came next shouldn't have even been considered. One of them looked at the lucky man and said "Attaboy." Attaboy... really? Are we now so free with congratulations, that someone else's work gets us an attaboy. You didn't make the sandwich. I doubt you are even the one who paid for said sandwich. That is pure speculation of course, but the fact remains that in no way should this young man receive congratulations for someone else completing a task. A nominal task at that. I don't think I would give someone an attaboy if they made a sandwich anyway. A thank you maybe, but "attaboy." Sorry, no. If you hear me say "attaboy" to you, it is because you earned it.
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