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Put on a pair of REAL pants!

If you're going to leave the house, unless you're headed to the gym or the basketball court just down the street, put on a real pair of pants.

"Sweatpants are a sign of defeat.  You lost control of your life, so you bought some sweatpants." -- Karl Lagerfeld


That sums it up very well.  Time to think about what you are saying to the rest of the world with all of those excessively baggy, over-sized clothes that you think are so comfortable.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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  1. I work at a Walmart in customer service. The only thing worse than wearing sweatpants in public is wearing pajamas in public. I've had customers who looked like they rolled out of bed, put on their sneakers or slippers or crocs, whichever is more convenient, and came to the store. In the process, they didn't shower, comb their hair, or brush their teeth. That is a sad story.

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  2. Hello Jon. Thank you for your comment. Yes, I know what you are talking about, and it absolutely boggles the mind. How are things like brushing one's hair/teeth, washing one's face, and pulling on a pair of jeans that fit so difficult before a person leaves home? It's beyond me the depths to which apparently lots of people will allow themselves to sink.

    Best Regards,

    Heinz-Ulrich von B.

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