Don’t get me wrong – generally, I’m 100% for the wearing of pants, but that day I just had to take a stand. Honestly – who was this 7-11 clerk to yell at me when all I was trying to do was get a bottle of water and a bag of cheetos? The sign on the door says “No shoes, no shirt, no service” – it says nothing about services being denied over a lack of trousers.

And really, did he have to be so hostile about it? Its unlikely that anyone else in the place would have even noticed my bare legs and tighty whiteys if he hadn’t shouted out his opposition to my missing khakis.

And what exactly about no-pants would prevent our transaction? Nothing! All this fuss, and no one even seemed the least bit concerned about the reason WHY I was in this convenience store at three in the afternoon on a Sunday sans-slacks.