A People Without Pride, Shame or Embarassment

I don't want to sound like the cranky old guy in the room, but what ever happened to pride in one's appearance? Or at least a sense of shame and embarrassment at being some guy in a public building with his ass-crack hanging out?!?!


I work in our local county government building, up on the 3rd floor, safely away from the riff-raff we like to call "the public." But as I was leaving work today, I walked past the Recorder's Office, which is down on the first floor and is where all the regular people go to file lawsuits and restraining orders and get quickie bun-in-the-oven marriages and such.


The office itself is actually in its own room off the lobby, but it's behind these huge glass walls so you can see everything (and everyone) inside there conducting their business. As I'm walking by, I see this guy at the counter, probably negotiating payments on his DUI fine or asking what it means when the county "garnishes" his "wages," with his backside to the world (and the 15 unlucky people in line behind him), and his ass-crack is exposed like the Grand Canyon nestled between two half moons. AAaaaaaaaagggghhhhhh!!!! I mean, they'd kick this guy outta the plumbers' union. The point is, he was not sagging -- as the kewl kidz with the fancy boxers like to call it these days -- no, his GD pants were falling right off his ass!


If there's not a law against this kind of thing, there ought to be. There's just no place in a civilized society for it.