leisure coat

My neighbor was downsized out of a job last week. I don't think he's worn anything but a flannel robe since then. In fact, I'm fairly certain he walked down to the convenience store in it today to buy cigarettes.

I don't mind at all, it's just that there's something weird about chatting to a guy you've barely met while he sits in a lawn chair in his back yard wearing a robe and smoking a cigarette. I think it's because I would associate this scene with someone who is seventy-six, not twenty-six. Now, if only he had slippers too...