Listen, I know it was the weekend (Sunday lunch to be precise) and we were just out getting some lunch from Red Rooster. It’s not like it was some formal occasion or anything, but still ... at least we were wearing clothes and not pyjamas pants. Yep, that’s right. A woman rocked up to Red Rooster to buy chicken in her pyjamas, and not just any pyjamas either.
You know that pair of pjs you keep around because they’re comfy, but getting a bit thin? You’d wear them alone at home, but you’d never let anyone else see you in them because they’re just too scary. She was wearing those pyjamas pants, those white pyjama pants. I know she was wearing underwear at least, because I could see them, straight through her white pyjama pants.
Oh yeah, and she was wearing furry slippers too.
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5 chic comments:
You mean I'm not supposed to wear my jammies out? At least mine were in good condition. My pink ones with pandas in it was for the trip to the video shop, my tigger ones of around the house and surrounds, and my Foghorn Leghorn ones (top only) often made it's way to work in the hair salon. Hope to get mum to make some more for this winter. Now that's individual chic!
All I can say is: some people have no pride!
Dean, if I can't see your underwear, I don't mind ^_^
Louise, I know! It was just wrong!
hehe. When I was in my early teens I used to go out to McDonalds late at night with friends, and we'd all go in boxer shorts. People always looked really scandalised.
Gauri, I can sort of understand at midnight, but it was the harsh (very harsh) light of day, and she was at least late 20's. Not pretty!
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