The one thing I thought was, "How did it get so far? My mother would NOT have ever let me leave the house looking like that."

Then again, I thought I saw steam coming out of her ears when she picked me up from the airport and saw I had jeans on for the plane ride. NOT ONLY THAT but my jeans had rips in them (remember the good ol' 80s? )

I work with young men and women who make the eyes of us old folks bug out with their drawers. The girls have their thongs hiked up halfway up their backs. The guys walk around with pants that could fit two or three of them.

OMG, I sound old now.