Lowest of the Low

Let me just say, at the risk of offending anyone who does this on a regular basis, that it bothers me, for some snobby reason, to see people out in their pajama bottoms in public. You know, those fleece pajama pants that everyone wears? Only I don’t understand how someone can pair those pants with a t-shirt and a pair of flip flops and go out shopping at Wal-Mart …. like no one notices that they’re still in their pajamas? Like that’s not sending the blatant message that the rest of us aren’t even worth expending the energy to put on a pair of real pants for? It just looks sloppy and lazy and I don’t like it. Of course, considering I wear elastic-waisted yoga capris and a sweatshirt out in public almost every day, I don’t know that I should really fling any stones, but whatever.

So anyway, I left for the lake Friday morning for a girl’s weekend away with some of my new local friends. One of them invited a group down to her cabin for a few days and I was lucky enough to be included, but really wanted to come home early in order to see the kids’ soccer games on Saturday. (See? See how I complain about the soccer schedule but deep down, I love it enough to leave my girls’ weekend away?)

So early Saturday morning ….. like, 6am early, I got up and headed home. I was sharing a room with another girl and didn’t want to turn on the lights, so I thought long and hard (for about two seconds) about the fact I was going straight home, so what would it hurt to just wear my pajama bottoms for the car ride? I wouldn’t have to turn on the light to get my “real” clothes out of the suitcase ….. I would be in the car about two and a half hours, and honestly, would probably be more comfortable in pajama pants …. I mean, really, who am I going to see??

So, an hour down the road, as I was pulling into a Love’s to buy gas, I realized I would have to get out of the car in my pajama pants to pump the gas … but it’s not like anyone would notice, right? Of course, after I pumped the gas, and the “See Cashier” light blinked at me, I realized I would have to go inside the Love's ….. but maybe nobody would notice I was wearing pajamas.

It wasn’t until I was standing in line at Loves, for like ten solid minutes because the woman in front of me wanted two servings of biscuits and sausage gravy but she didn’t want much of the actual sausage in the gravy so would the cashier mind trying to scoop out the parts of the gravy that were the smoothest???? That I realized the line was getting long and several people, in fact, had seen me in my pajama pants.

And I looked down at the floor, in a brief moment of shame --- and realized I still had on my house slippers, as well.

And it wasn’t until I got back out to my car, red-faced from being caught out in public in not only my pajama pants, but my house shoes as well, that I glanced in the rear view mirror and realized I still had the clip in my hair, holding up my bangs, from where I had washed my face and brushed my teeth before leaving the cabin that morning.

Seriously. I can never make fun of the slobs in Wal-Mart in their pajama pants ever again. Nor can I get dressed in the dark because apparently I don’t do it very well.