Friday, September 22, 2006

Clueless

Every once and a while, I see someone who just makes me stop for a second and go "huh?" Does this ever happen to you? Like this morning. I'm in Atlanta this week, so I'm doing the hotel thing again - great for people watching, mind you - but this guy.........

So I'm headed back to my room after breakfast at the clubhouse and I go to get on the elevator when this guy gets off. He's wearing dark, ironed (with a HUGE crease in front) blue jeans. I could have even gone the "okay, he's anal retentive about wrinkles and likes the dark dye route," but the pants legs were about five inches too long and he had them rolled up on his ankles. Not even in a couple of neat tucks over and over - no ONE BIG HONKING ROLL - five inches up his leg. He had one of those big bellies too and no hiney, and he was one of those who insist on tucking in his polo shirt (that was WAY too tight) into his pants. The waistband was pulled up almost to his boobs (yes, he had boobs) and his tennis shoes (to contrast the dark jeans and shirt) were a glaring white.

Now I'd put this guy at mid to late thirties.

So what the heck happened? This is the free world????? Everyone has television (mostly), everyone is out among society everyday (mostly). Why do some people miss the boat? And I don't mean designer labels and expensive items. Heck, even Wal-Mart has fashionable clothes. I'm talking about people who had to have looked HARD to come up with the things they wear. What is going on with them?

If anyone has a theory on this one, please blog it. It's one of those things I've never, ever been able to come up with an explanation for.

4 comments:

Jaye Wells said...

I always wonder if someone is physically restraining these people or threatening them and making them wear their clown clothes in public.

Jana DeLeon said...

Hmmmm, I guess that's one theory. But they always seem to be smiling about it?????

Jana DeLeon said...

Hi leslie - maybe that's it. I'm a big believer in the "full-length mirror" syndrome. Maybe this is just the "i-don't-have-a-mirror-syndrome." :)

Anonymous said...

Aw, let's be charitable. He was cleaning out the garage, and was trying on some of his (much taller, thinner) brother's old clothes to see if he should save some for other garage-cleaning days when he got an emergency call from his sister whose prize poodle had been treed by a squirrel. He loves his sister more than his public image. Nice guy.

 
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