I think I was the ONLY person in the Boston Financial District NOT wearing jeans and flip flops today. In my nice blue button down, khakis and closed-toed black shoes, I really stood out, even more so when I pulled on a navy blue cardigan (the place I was working was kept rather chilly).
Most of the women were in jeans and nice t-shirts, while then men went for jeans and polo shirts (mostly) untucked. One or two of the women showed up in skirts, but didn’t bother to change out of their flip flops into nicer work shoes. It was quite the sight.
I dressed as I had all week, slacks, blouses, closed toed shoes, and a cardigan. My faux leather bag with supplies in tow. I limit myself to one bag. Several of the women in the Financial District looked like pack animals juggling backpacks, laptop cases and the seasonably fashionable oversized purse (frequently all at once).
The men are frequently no better, or they take the opposite extreme. They show up with backpacks, messenger bags or laptop cases, or simply an iced coffee from Dunkin’ Doughnuts.
That’s another thing I don’t get about Boston: Dunkin’ Doughnuts. I haven’t been to one (nor do I plan to venture into one any time soon), I just use them as places of reference: The bus stop past the UPS Store and the Dunkin’ Doughnuts.
They have a crappy slogan: America Runs on Dunkin’. I would like to dispute this; maybe Boston runs on Dunkin’ I prefer Ashley’s (the local CL establishment) or Shipley’s.
Nearly everyone I see is clutching a Dunkin’ Doughnuts coffee or iced coffee in the mornings, like a druggie who can’t live with out his morning fix. Deprive Bostonians of coffee and the city would come to a halt as they slowly go into fits of withdrawal and break down into shaky heaps.
This is probably true of most major cities across America, but Bostonians would have their withdrawals while on public transportation and walking to work, in other cities people would suffer the withdrawal symptoms in their cars –which could be deadly.
I’m glad I don’t drink coffee.