Let’s start with a pajama party. Last week, I said I did not believe any adults actually wore PJs.
It turns out I was wrong. Imagine that.
“Don’t wear pajamas, are you kidding?” wrote Phyllis Quass. “My husband calls me Flannel Girl.”
“I have worn pajamas for sixty-some years and they are good-lookin’ ones, too,” wrote Shirl Foien. “No granny gowns for this grammy. The jammies go on as soon as I get home from work.”
Dawn Slaughter puts them on and keeps them on. “Some of us don’t even like to get dressed unless we have to go out,” she wrote.
Janet Dodds said my assertion might have some merit in the case of men. But not women. “How about a correction?”
But Carol Polser said her 81-year-old stepfather wears pajamas every night.
Bill Mahaney wears them, too.
And a reader named Lew wondered how a person could claim to live a normal life without benefit of pajamas.
But I’ll let Maggie Fritz have the last word.
“Oh Slice of little faith,” she wrote. “I wear pajamas, the cuter the better. It is part of my ‘cope with the stress of work through cuteness instead of food’ campaign. Since I am getting too old (47!) to wear cute clothes, pajamas and aprons have to fill the bill. I especially like flannel pajamas with animals on them. And satin piping. And funny buttons. So there.”
“Just wondering: How does our time zone work for you in terms of watching sports on TV?
“Pet peeves: Mike Prevost doesn’t appreciate it when snow plows bury sidewalks.
Frank Gano wishes dinnertime TV news broadcasts would go easier on video of people getting flu shots.
Sherri Hyams can’t stand that advertising strip wrapped on the edge of the Sunday comics.
Dena Strasser cannot abide mispronunciations of “karaoke.”
Eric Dubes could live without broken glass on beaches and at camp sites.
It annoys Del Schebor when people refer to raspberry or strawberry Red Vines candy as licorice.
Symphony-goer Eileen Starr doesn’t care for it when people arrive late, clap at the wrong times, whisper, take forever opening candy wrappers and fail to turn off their cell phones.
Robin Jones referred to the reader who complained about drivers who slow down or stop on the on-ramp when trying to merge with Interstate 90 traffic. Sometimes, she said, part of the problem is an unbroken procession of motorists in I-90’s right lane who never consider moving over to allow a space for merging traffic.
Other peeves included the expression “you guys,” football fans who act like they had something to do with a game’s outcome, co-workers who interminably rehash TV shows, and people who insist that you take a sip of their alcoholic beverage even after you’ve told them that you do not drink.
“Today’s Slice question: How subtle are you when checking your zipper?