Tales from my workplace, the never-ending story

Today I walked out of my building (to go to the building across the street that has the good Mexican food in their cafeteria), and was greeted by the sound of ... bagpipes. The really surreal part? Wondering if the bagpipes were being played by a guy I once worked with who kept his set of bagpipes in his office.

Bagpipes.

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Dear Female Co-Worker I saw in the cafeteria,

Yes yes, my wardrobe is very confusing to you. However, I am as equally confused as to why you thought that a denim micro micro-mini (with a ragged, "distressed" hem), a white almost-but-not-quite sheer sleeveless blouse, and black patent 4" spike-heeled sandals are appropriate to wear to work. Even at a place with no dress code.

(Seriously, what she was wearing would be fine if she was going out clubbing and looking to hook up. I dunno, maybe I'm being unreasonable. But damn that was a short skirt. With raggedy strings hanging from the hem.)

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EDITED TO ADD: Oh dear. According to some mainstream fashion magazines, grunge is coming back as part of the 90s nostalgia wave. No. No, thank you very much.

Notes from the Connector bus, westbound

There is a guy talking on his cell phone who sounds EXACTLY like Christian Bale in the role of Patrick Bateman from American Psycho. I am equal parts amused and creeped-out by this.