Yesterday I saw an older man standing at the counter at a McDonald's, with an empty, medium size McDonald's cold drink cup jammed into the breast pocket of his button-down shirt, admonishing two young women about the clothing that they were wearing, reminding them that clothing and appearance sets an important first impression.
"You look like you're dressed for a night out on the town, and it's not even nine o'clock in the morning. Where could you possibly be going dressed like that?"
The two women looked astonished, embarrassed, and a little frightened.
I am normally quick to jump into moments like this. I kind of love doing so. I was made for these moments.
But even I was too dumbstruck to say a word.
I'm so disappointed in myself.