This.Barbas said:George Carlin put it best: ". . .and in the summer - God help us - they all wanna wear short pants. Jesus, lord, protector of all that is holy, deliver me from fat people in short pants." That's the worst of all. The unrelenting heat from outside I can deal with. Sitting in what feels like wonton soup, I can deal with. The flies and wasps, the blinds can deal with. But the back fat, the ass cracks and the arm tats? Maaaaan, fuck that.
I can stand the heat, the obnoxious return of Faux Latin music and the local cable provider's yearly loss of sanity and its compulsive airing of anything involving surf, beaches or shirtless actors between their twenties and thirties - but God, why do some people think that too-tight khakis and polo shirts qualify as summertime weather? I mean, if it looks like your belt wants to tear you apart at the waist, do yourself a favour and drop the Sedate Golfer look - it's not working out for you! Go Baggy Hawaiian Shirts and Swimming Shorts - you'll look tacky as Hell but you'll at least look like you're not some sort of applicant for clothes-based Saw-esque torture porn!