The Slice: Excuse me if you see me in my PJs

Spokane has a well-deserved reputation for favoring casual attire.

But sooner or later, we have to ask ourselves one key question: “How comfortable am I wearing pajamas outside the home?”

For me, the answer would be, “More and more comfortable.”

I haven’t had much choice really. You see, I have a new newspaper delivery person. At least I am assuming there has been a changing of the guard. Because instead of being brought up to my porch, my paper now gets weakly tossed onto the front walk.

It’s always quite a bit closer to the street than to my porch. That necessitates taking a brisk little stroll to go out and fetch it.

On weekdays, this isn’t much of an issue. I go out to get it under cover of darkness before many of my neighbors are even awake.

But on Saturday and Sunday, it’s a different story. I don’t get up so early. By the time I go collect the paper, other people are up, and some of them are out and about. Traffic is moving. Dogs are being walked.

And there I am, parading toward the street in my PJs.

“Good morning!”

“How are you, today?”

OK, I know I could contact the S-R’s Circulation Department. I’m quite sure that would get results.

But I have no desire to file a complaint. My delivery people have been astonishingly reliable over the years. I don’t wish to become a high-maintenance customer.

Another solution, of course, would be to put on some actual clothes before heading out to pick up the paper.

But the way I see it, once you are dressed Sunday is half over. Why, it’s almost Monday.

So I’d prefer to linger in my pajamas for at least a while. Besides, I think I’m getting used to wearing them outside the house.

Perhaps I’ll start making Sunday morning runs to the store in my pajamas. Then, when I got back home, it might still seem like there’s plenty of weekend left.

After all, as long as you’re wearing an outfit decorated with little bears or spaceships, the work week can wait.

Today’s Slice question: How did you stop smoking?