randomWalks

And then it came. "Before we begin, I want to remind everyone of the dress code. It has come to my attention that there are those here tonight with ripped jeans and other unacceptable attire and I want to remind everyone that as Conservatives we want to make sure we look our best when we’re around others. And without further ado, here’s Rich Lowry…" I stopped with sandwich in mid-delivery as my attorney turned beet red. The only people in the room who didn’t turn to look at me were Rich Lowry, who was already facing in my direction and couldn’t see over the stack of his own books piled in front of the podium, and the woman who had just castigated me for wearing dungarees to this, her monthly junior-high sock-hop fix. My attorney looked at my pants and pulled them this way and that. "What are you doing?" I asked, trying not to spill my beer. "I’m looking for rips." "There is not one iota of a rip in these jeans. In fact, they have less hanging threads than 80 percent of the suits in this room."

originally posted by zagg