The dress up is really for the trip to the local eatery afterward. ‘Round here, it’s Golden Corral and it lasts from lunch till dinner because the manager doesn’t have the nerve to make them leave. They call it the Sunday twofer......lunch and dinner for the price of lunch.
I worked with a real down to earth, management level, black lady years ago. She told me you could always tell a baptist minister was tending his flock. He’d come out of the house either pickin’ his teeth or pullin’ up his pants.
I ‘bout $hit laughfin’.... she was serious.