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As I was leaving work one day this week, I promised to bring in brownies the next day, as some of my officemates had a big deadline the next day and I had a new recipe idea I wanted to try out. I went home, changed into pyjamas, puttered around a while making dinner and surfing the Internet, then went to start the brownies. Then I realized that I had used all of my eggs last weekend and that I was going to have to go out and buy more.

I weighed the situation. I could change into street clothes and change back into PJs when I got home, or I could just pull on a coat and boots over what I was already wearing. I'd been to the grocery store in pyjamas many times in college and I always see students in pyjama pants and sweatshirts on campus, occasionally showing up to appointments in my office dressed like they rolled out of bed just to come learn about study abroad. So my laziness won out and I decided it wouldn't be a problem.

I drove over to Kroger, walked up to the building and froze just outside the door. I am NOT in college, I suddenly realized, I am not a student anymore. I am an adult now and I live in a very small town and I am wearing my pyjamas in PUBLIC. I looked down. And my pyjamas are BRIGHT RED PLAID. These were not going to pass for "lounge pants" or the like and were very very conspicuous. I seriously considered - just outside the automatic doors of Kroger - driving home and changing into jeans and coming back, but I couldn't bear the idea of going out in the cold twice.

So I pressed on, head down and eyes on the floor so as to be as unrecognizable as possible. I tried to shrink down so that the area of the bright red plaid showing between my coat and my boots would be as small as possible. I sped to the back of the store, picked up a carton of eggs, shuffled to the self-checkout so that I wouldn't have to interact with anyone and completed my transaction in record time, anticipating and answering all the machine's questions before it could finish a sentence.

The problem with this situation is that I employed the very mature strategy of "If I can't see them, they can't see me." For all I know, everyone I know in Srahtown could have been in Kroger that evening, watching me speedwalk around the store in my pyjamas. I'm likely to find out only when the gossip spreads to one of my coworkers. Fortunately they really liked the brownies, so I think they might forgive me any shame I bring upon the office.

srah - Saturday, 26 January 2008 - 10:20 PM
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Comments (4)

gravatar tiff - January 27, 2008 - 12:36 PM -

ha! I do it all the time! It's my little rebellion to adulthood. I'm not an adult - I still wear my pajamas out!

gravatar Jess - January 27, 2008 - 10:24 PM -

Adults totally do that all the time. I'm sure nobody noticed.

gravatar Fraulein N - January 28, 2008 - 11:37 AM -

See, as lazy as I am (and that would be, uh, VERY), I cannot nor have I ever been able to bring myself to leave the house wearing pjs. Unless, of course, it is a pajama TOP and it's hidden under a coat so maybe it doesn't matter if I'm not wearing a bra either. What?

gravatar Stefanie - February 2, 2008 - 1:46 PM -

Ha. I'll admit I've gone out in my pajama top and no bra before (just throwing a coat on over it), but I haven't had the nerve to wear the pajama pants. I've always got to put on jeans.

OK, and now that I typed that, I just glanced up and realized the last commenter said basically the same thing. :-)

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