A work-place conversation occurring between a gentleman (calling initially about dinner reservations) and myself last weekend:

“Do you take reservations?”

“Sure, for parties of eight or more.”

“And do you have a dress code?”

“No sir.”

“None at all?”

“None to speak of. We are primarily ‘business casual,’ but we are just as happy feeding those wearing jeans and t-shirts as we are those wearing suits and ties.”

“So pretty much what you’re saying is that it doesn’t matter what you wear just as long as you don’t come dressed like a hobo.”

Wow. I’m glad I made myself clear AND somehow referenced the hobo suit simultaneously.