On the Metro this morning, a male intern got on at Foggy Bottom towards Largo, wearing his 'uniform' of khakis, a white button down shirt, and carrying a blue blazer with his ID hanging off his belt. Aside from it being 9:15 (when I usually head in to work), the big tip off that he was late and hungover was the fact that instead of wearing dress shoes, he had on slippers and no socks.
No, he was not carrying a bag that could have had shoes in it. Unless he leaves his dress shoes under his desk at work, he was in for a fun morning.
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