not our cup o' tea

so we were backed into a holiday party at a country club in the snootiest area of this very-snooty-to-begin-with city.

p decided to wear his chuck taylors in passive aggressive protest to having our saturday night hijacked. otherwise, he was nicely attired in dress pants and a dress shirt.

at the coat check, he had a funny exchange with the coat check lady:

ccl: do you need a jacket, sir?

p: no, thanks.

ccl: sir, do you need a jacket?

p: if it's up to me, no. are you telling me i need a jacket?

ccl: we have some here, if you need one, sir.

p: are you telling me i need a jacket?

s: i think by asking you, she's telling you you need a jacket.

p: really? is that right?

ccl: yes, sir.

he found this hilarious and hard to believe. he acted as though a practical joke was being played on him. he accepted the coat forced upon him, ditching it ten steps later on a chair on our way to the group. i came to find out that he had been given advance notice of the dress code, which he thought was just someone trying to be funny. he was surprised when he surveyed the other party goers that he was the only one who interpreted the dress code as a joke.

maybe you had to be there, but it was pretty funny. p tends to be on his best behavior at the oddest occasions, (like the first time he met my dad's best friend, he was so polite his voice was inaudible), but tends towards loud, mocking and insubordinate when, for example, invited to the big boss's country club. i think it shows an admirable hierarchy of respect.