Pajama Pants Take III

Okay, people, we are experiencing a health crisis that has us all in a physical, mental and emotional uproar. We are around our family, spouse, partner, kids without a break, but that doesn’t mean that a fashion pandemic has to occur by wearing pajama pants to the grocery store.

I realize that you have been sitting on the couch, eating like a hostage released on day 52 and haven’t showered for the same amount of hours. Don’t forget your manners and etiquette. Pajama pants are at home gear only! If you pay rent, a mortgage or your name is on the lease or the deed; that is where you reside. Other than your family and your neighbors, they are not for the daylight hours, unless you are under eight years old, the dog or cat escaped from the house or you have to bring out the garbage cans, help unload the groceries from the car, get the mail or newspaper.

I saw you today with your pajama pants handling yogurt. I’m not going to mention the brand, it’s not their fault that you with a mask on your face and invisible funk wafting from your gingham pj’s likes Greek instead of Icelandic yogurt. If you don’t have pride enough to wash your ass before you leave the house after one hundred hours of social media platforms, video games, movies or sloth-like behaviors, I’m doubting that you wash your hands at all, let alone for twenty seconds.

Listen, I wasn’t wearing a ballgown, but I was wearing recently laundered clothes and undies to greet the world and the cashier behind the screen. We have a public health nightmare to defeat and we only have a few places that we can travel before we are back to sheltering in place. Take some pride in your attire, show the world that you are so fresh and so clean, not foul and grimy. Leave the pajama pants at home!