Please tell me you’re going to work out. Please tell me you’re going to work out. Please tell me you’re going to work out.
Here in D.C., it’s not unusual to see staffers and federal employees commuting to work in their workout gear, toting their dress clothes in another bag or even hanging from a hanger. However, I think what’s so confusing to me about this particular get-up is this woman’s knit tank she has coupled with her crotch-eating athletic shorts. It brings a whole new element to “business casual.”
I will say that I see this woman often during my own commute to work, and it’s not unusual to see her in extremely questionable clothing. (I’ll have to think of a name for her in subsequent posts. Thoughts?) I remember a black net top with peek-a-boo bra once. It reminded me of that scene in the first “Bridget Jones’s Diary,” where Bridget wears the see-through top to get the attention of Daniel Cleaver. (It’s about at the two-minute mark in the linked video.)
I can only hope this individual actually wears a work uniform but keeps it in the office to change in to. Because she gets in so early, maybe she sneaks in before she’s an affront to the eyes of her coworkers. Of course, maybe she works in an office full of under-dressed individuals, so she’s in like company. Maybe she just really likes to mix textiles or takes “dressing for the gym” very seriously.