Do any other STA riders live with dear, sweet people who express profound reservations about the practice of coming home and sitting on various pieces of living room furniture while still wearing "bus pants"?

(For the record, persons expressing said qualms can be enthusiastic supporters of mass transit. It's just that, apparently, some modes of being out in public are thought to invite a mysterious sort of contamination incompatible with a snugsville jammies-and-cocoa home environment.)

So anyway, here's a helpful tip.

WRONG

"Are those your bus pants?"

"Uh, yes."

RIGHT

"Are those your bus pants?"

"What? Huh? I think I have come down with a case of amnesia. Who am I? Where did these pants come from?"

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