Eye trash

My “routine” appointment with the orthopedist today turned into a nearly three-hour saga. I had forgotten my book and rather than watching a strange movie involving Adam Sandler and a weird looking hamster, I took the opportunity to indulge in one of my favorite pastimes: people watching. And believe me, there was plenty to watch.

This is an upscale office with staff all neatly dressed in navy pants or skirts, white tops, matching blazer, and printed gold ascots but one look at the waiting room this morning and you have to wonder what people were thinking ~ if they were thinking! I really don’t remember this waiting room containing so many badly dressed people in past visits.

Don’t people care how they look any more? I know the days of dressing to the nines are past but it seems as though there should a middle ground between being all decked out in designer duds and scrubby gardening clothes.

There was the usual eclectic mixture of ages and nationalities with the minorities easily winning the better dressed category. Not that there was much competition for the title!

In what parallel universe is polyester black knit clam diggers, a purple polyester clingy top, a red purse and clay-stained athletic shoes considered suitable attire for going out in public? And, as if the outfit wasn’t off-putting enough, there were little trash cooties scattered over it all and her hair looked like a real rat’s nest.

One lady tried to pull her “ensemble” together with navy shoes. It may have worked a little better had she not been wearing light blue knit pants that fell about two inches above her ankles, an off white top, and carrying a brown purse. Her efforts fell short but she probably should be given points for at least trying. At least her clothes looked clean and that’s more than I can say for some of the others. Some of the jeans looked absolutely filthy. Not stained ~ just plain dirty.

The one thing almost everyone had in common was polyester. Cheap polyester that rode up their butt cracks, really not a pretty sight right before lunch. There was an abundance of sweats, jerseys, fleece, animal prints, fleece, and huge bellies hanging over pants tops.

A few were dressed neatly in casual clothing but the one redeeming sight was a cherubic little girl about two years old. Her parents had her in cute kid clothes and she was running around, checking everyone out, slipping her hand from her father’s hand just as quickly as he could take hold of it. Even so, I felt as though I needed to wash my eyes when I finally got out of there. Not a pretty sight just before lunch!