Where's my geritol?

I am aware of fashion, although I usually don't pay attention to it. That became abundantly clear this morning on my way to work when I caught my reflection in the post-office window. I had elected to wear khaki shorts with white socks and black leather shoes. Top this off with a grey hoody, and you might understand the slightly insane smile that was the next thing I noticed in the window.

I thought I wasn't supposed to dress like this unless I had teenage daughters to embarrass, or until after I retired.

I may need to begin opening my eyes before I leave the house.