I landed in Dallas late Tuesday evening, woke up early Wednesday morning and thought to myself…
OK sweet, what now?
So I decided to go for a long run—in shorts, I might add…and thought about how I so don’t miss that winter coat that I had been sporting for the past eight months. Then I thought about the middle-aged man in Manchester airport who chose to do his overseas traveling in pajama pants. Seriously. You’re pushing fifty and SpongeBob SquarePants is step repeated over your entire lower region. I'm all for casual, but come on...put on some chinos or man pants that are a little more...manly.
After my first trip to Wal-Mart (don't judge me, I had to buy a melon baller), it became apparent that all-things-casual (pajama pants included) are what my American brothers and sisters embrace the most.
Oddly enough, ASDA in Shipley is suddenly losing its weirdness.