By this time, I had COMPLETELY forgotten what I'm wearing. I just don't think about it after the point of putting it on. I remembered that last night Michael broke the handle for one of his drawers, so I thought I would stop at Wal-Mart and get new ones plus a few other things.
Only halfway across the parking lot did I realize I was in my pajamas.
Did I turn back? Hell no! It's Wal-Mart, for God's sake. I went on in and did my shopping! Got a few stares - it IS a Plano Wal-Mart, after all, but joke 'em if they can't take a fuck. :)