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Thursday Morning Errands with Bad Dad. . .


Bad Dad wearing a cotton twill shirt (tucked in), khaki shorts, old worn leather dock-siders, and a cloth surcingle ribbon belt.

The Young Master enjoys a devil's food doughnut and glass of milk following our return home.  Time for some new shirts before school starts in a few weeks since he has really outgrown his 5th Grade attire by this point in the summer.  The Boy turns 12 at the end of October.

The Young Master accompanied yours truly, aka 'Bad Dad', for a few errands in town following breakfast this morning.  He pushed the cart nicely, helped me pick out what we needed, and assisted with checkout before we headed back to the car for the trip home.

Notably, we were actually complimented on our appearance by the greeter just inside the big box supermarket as we entered.  Always nice to hear, and kind of her, but I didn't think we were all that dressed up.  I suppose, relative to many other shoppers she sees each day, we looked like we had just emerged from a UFO that had landed in the parking lot outside.

I say this not to shame anyone, or make some pithy statement about visible socioeconomic differences, privilege, lack thereof, or just simply declining standards of what is acceptable.  But it never ceases to amaze me how people appear in public in 2021.  Or, clearly, sit around the house while scrolling around on their iPhones, the latest opiate for the masses.  

No, a suit and necktie are not always necessary.  That's not what I suggest here.  

But don't people have enough self-respect to pull themselves a bit more together before leaving the house?  A rhetorical question, you understand.  I fear we both know the answer already.

I know, I know.  It's the same old song and dance.  But come on, people!  It's not that hard to look like you give a damn.  About yourself and those with whom you interact.

-- Heinz-Ulrich


  1. Keep preaching, Heinz-Ulrich, and lead by your example. I will try to do the same.

  2. Got to work this morning a bit dressed down, even for Friday, wearing a RLP blue uni stripe, with khakis, a ribbon belt in UVa colors, and blue boat shoes, then noticed the calendar that an outside VIP was on the calendar. So, got the keys to drive back home and change into appropriate dress, as I live only 10 min away. Then, the assistant explained that it had suddenly been changed to a Zoom meeting due to travel complications. But learned a good lesson to never let the guard down - at least not w/out checking the calendar.



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