While I've always worn shorts for hiking, cycling and sports in the summer, I just can't see walking into the office in shorts.
Consider this quote:
And so there was Mr. Gross taking a break at Bryant Park, nattily attired in a black polo shirt from Target, a pair of sandy-colored camouflage shorts he bought in a shop in a subway arcade and a Panama topper from Arnold Hatters.
“I travel to and fro in shorts,” said Mr. Gross, who also wears his short pants to the ballet and the opera. “No one has ever spoken to me about it. ....”
Camouflage shorts at work. Shorts at the opera.
The horror of it.
The raving idiocy of casual Fridays has finally destroyed our civilization. Can human sacrifice and cannibalism be that far away?
Well, the day that we all wear shorts to work, is the day that we have descended into the depths of degradation. At that point, I'm sure no one will look askance if you barbecue your neighbor's dog or even your neighbor in the back yard.