I saw This Person shopping at a Santa Monica Ralph’s last week, fully without irony.
She and her friends were not looking to see if anyone would notice the robe, nor were they in any sort of Dude-like good humor.
I would have been willing to Consider giving her a pass if she at least bought milk and/or Kahlua, but all they bought was a few bags of Doritos.
They wandered the store, jabbering in a language I failed to identify (and I’m pretty good at that), and exuding general bitchiness.
No thank you.
(No, I don’t show her face. And neither should she.)