Originally Posted by ngdawg

Years ago, I was working in my garden during the summer. Old t-shirt, raggy shorts, barefoot, not a lick of make-up. I needed something from the local 7-11, so I just threw on some flipflops and headed over....and ran into a woman I worked with. It was a weekend and she was immaculate as usual and I was covered in soil in those ratty clothes. Never again. I don't dress for the check-out people, I dress in case I run into someone I know.