When we lived in Milan, I think mainly Victor and myself had a bit of a struggle making Sam wear proper cloths - in the sense e.g. in winter you do not wear boardshorts and "thongs" (in Australia this means flipflops - not g-string) to go to the Duomo... I mean, that's all I'm gonna say about it, but I think between Vic and me, we know how bad (baaaaaaaaaaaad) his style was.
Well, good thing I came to Australia, I finally know why now.
Vic, it's hard to believe, but Sam wasn't all that bad - when you walk in the citycenter you see the most horrible shoechoises, and fashionchoises in general, about 40% off all people have pants that are way too short (??? look like retards), people walk around in bare feet (in supermarkets, the city, ...) and it's not like we live at the beach and so on and so on.
But what I saw yesterday broke all records: in the evening people come to Subway in their pyjama's! Like, even at 7 pm. And no, I'm not talking about 10 yo's, but fullgrown people.
I dunno... maybe it's me. But I can assure you that my pj's are staying at home.
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