You know how when you get up in the morning you change out of your jammies before going out to face the world? No? Maybe it’s just me.
I SO don’t want to see your Gargamel
Jammie Man didn’t get the memo either, so he graced the coffee shop in his pajama pants. His Smurf pajama pants.
Let me paint you a picture: 40-something, casual dress shoes, peacoat, receding hairline with a little bald spot, and Smurf pajama pants.
I may not be a fashionista, but I am sharp enough to know that Jammie Man’s wardrobe isn’t conducive to getting some action, if you know what I mean. Maybe I should introduce him to Mr. Horizontal Mambo. Or Smurfette.