...or at least not at a downtown drugstore in Kingston. Which was why I was really pretty surprised to see a middle-aged woman duded up in what was presumably her best square dance duds at 5:45 pm on a Thursday. Not one of those pretty frilly, lacy, satiny ones, that I admit I used to covet, ca 1979 or so, watching old reruns of Grand Ole Opry on PBS on Saturday nights. This was a long-sleeved button-up blouse with a country-and-western theme print on it and a matching skirt with a HUGEASS crinoline under it. With a 'kerchief at the neck. And of course, cowgirl boots.
Some outfits just don't translate into the outside world.
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