I went to my physical therapy session today, and my PT was dressed as a tourist, since it was Halloween. She was wearing a blonde wig, glasses, a hat, a floral print shirt, leis, and shorts. She put on makeup to look like she was sunburned. Her co-workers didn’t recognize her and I didn’t either, until she started talking.
Someone asked her about the shirt. She said that she picked it up at a thrift store for a few bucks. This reminded me of a story, which I’d like to share.
About ten years ago, they were celebrating an 80s Day at work, so everyone was encouraged to dress 80s-style. All of the women had Madonna in mind, but the only thing us guys could think of was the TV show “Miami Vice”.
The day came by and I found myself at work with an associate, and both of us were dressed like Sonny Crockett, complete with linen pants, a pastel shirt, an unlined jacket with the sleeves rolled up, and loafers.
My associate (he was about 24 years old) was asked where he got the stuff. He said that he had to go to about four thrift stores to find all the stuff, but it was worth it. My friends turned to me and asked me the same question.
My answer? It all came from the back of my closet. My friends asked what else was in my closet. I told them that they were welcome to look, but I needed an hour to stash the platform shoes and leisure suits.
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