It is, after all, important for us to maintain structure in our day. I may not be leaving my home, but I still wake up early every morning, take a shower and shave, and put on a crisp, tailored shirt and trousers. I'm happy to report that I don't even own sweatpants. And God forbid I ever wear a shirt without a collar in public.
I realise that not everyone has the same standards, but I would hope that when people venture out in public, they will trade their work-from-home pyjamas for something at least a tad better fitted.
Alas, seldom is that the case.
I made my weekly trip to the supermarket on Monday to stock up on essentials, like wine and my favourite whiskeys. But as I was pushing my trolley into the cheese aisle, I saw a shabbily dressed man conspicuously dart out of the opposite end of the row. I didn't think much of it until I saw the same man dash out of yet another aisle I sauntered into.
Curious, I kept an eye out for the chap, who unfortunately couldn't very well hide in the checkout line.
On closer look, I understood why he had tried so hard to stay out of my way. It was a good friend, and a senior DCM banker at that, dressed in oversized basketball shorts, an old ratty t-shirt, sandals, and sporting a scraggly beard behind his surgical mask.
He sheepishly greeted me and began to mumble about his work-from-home situation. I merely nodded and moved on, knowing that the sight of his sinewy calves will be forever burnt into my memory.