6.j.
When Polly
returned to the office she found that she had a decision to make. Either she was well ahead of the curve,
already dressed in her new outfit, poised to retain her job and therefore had
to do nothing. Or her mind had cracked
and she should check herself into one of many in-plan psychiatric facilities
because, as far as she could tell, everyone in the office was strutting around
in their unmentionables.
Except for one
older gentleman who was gallivanting about in his altogether.
“Excuse me,”
said a woman Polly had never met.
Oh no. She knew it! They were
being replaced.
“Where did you
get that outfit?”
Polly looked
down at her mauve and purple attire, feeling a bit overdressed.
“At… Dress For
Success. The shop down… What’s… What’s
going on?”
“Didn’t you
get the e-mail? It’s Underpants Tuesday. Come on.
I’ll help you get in compliance with today’s dress code,” the woman said
and led Polly toward a nearby cubicle.