It’s been obvious for way too many years that Americans lack decorum when it comes to dressing out in public. Combine that with living on an island chain that has more tourists than the land mass can handle during certain times of the year and what you see gets really interesting. I’ve already shared my need to tell myself to “lighten the hell up” at the grocery store. (It also has helped to go before 9 am.) I thought it was safe – the snowbirds have flown home, rainy / hurricane season is creeping up, traffic is diminishing just in time to get some road work done. I was starting to chill out.
Never let your guard down.
The first time, I thought it was just a holdover tourist doing a grocery run. I was returning my cart to the parking lot caddy (it’s not that complicated, people!) and I noticed the woman walking in front of me. She had on a shirt that barely covered her bottom. There was no indication that there was anything under there. I didn’t want to know.
During my last shopping trip, the fun doubled. Two bubbly young women were flip flopping into the store with their long shirt bathing suit cover ups. I didn’t think anything of it, it was early, the store was relatively empty, I was in happy shopping mode. Then, as I’m rolling down the cereal aisle, I notice that they’re checking out. For some reason, one of them leans down and I’m looking at her thong-flossed butt. If it wouldn’t have been so creepy, I would have taken a picture. I’m pretty sure I said, “Do I have to see that this morning?” out loud. Apparently, not loud enough.
I’m beginning to think that “no shoes, no shirt, no service” is passe. Maybe it’s time for “no pants, no service.”
Recharting at a new latitude 