weekends and the dress code

When I pulled in to Panera last Saturday morning for our breakfast usual — two power sandwiches and a large iced tea for me, in case you were wondering but you probably weren’t — the drive-thru line was wrapped around the building. Ain’t nobody got time for that . I parked the car and ran inside to order. One of two girls working the front register asked if I was headed to the big swim meet at the community pool across the street. “No, I’m going to work,” I replied. “ You’re allowed to wear that to work?! “ My first reaction was to panic. Did I leave the house without pants?! Was the dress I pulled...