I think the clerk was thrilled to see us, though clearly we weren't there to rent or purchase. Prom season is still a few months away. So save for a few weddings, we were probably the only adults to enter that store in a while.
While you can't really see them, the vests behind me were in all the Miami Vice pastel colours.
I made the comment that it's 1985 again - and the clerk was quick to point out that everything is back in style, though I saw no ruffled tux shirts - circa 1974. Then she was quick to point out something new: camo. Really.
I did forget to ask what type of tux it went with - or maybe I was afraid to find out they had an entire camo tux. (pssst....I'll ask next Saturday.)
The super sad thing about it is, you know tons of boys will wear it to prom and more fuckheads will choose it as their wedding attire. Sure the bride will be on board - until she brings it up in the divorce proceedings four years later (assuming they aren't already brother and sister and live in the hills in a single-wide).
That Robertson family - aside (kind of) of homophobia, racism, and child trafficking/marriage - is everything that is wrong with America. The dumbing down of a nation for the almighty dollar. And so many are so willing to fill their back accounts. It's kind of sickening.
I'd rather give my money to Crocket and Tubbs.
Song by: Kathleen Edwards