As I walk out with Penne each day I encounter folks in many varieties of dishabille.
Men, well past a "certain age", shirtless, in shorts, and with utterly unattractive bellies.
Women, (older than I) in ugly house coats, or even in nighties - fetching the morning newspaper.
Each to her/his own, I suppose.
I often see, (early every morning, at a distance), one particular woman as she walks her dog. She is always dressed in simple elegance. 'Tis a joy to behold.
This morning we came face to face. We greeted each other.
I said "may I offer you a compliment?". She nodded her assent.
"You" I said, "are always dressed so beautifully".
She replied " I do so because I have to work".
"What kind of work?" I asked.
"At T..le Bro..ers" Funeral Home" she replied.
I said "now I understand, and I admire your gracious appearance".
She responded with a smile. She thanked me. Then she said "it's worth getting up every morning so that I can dress well, and then go to work".
"Dressing well to go to work!" "Ma'am you inspire me!"