Pants Down 27 Points. Buy Buttfloss Bonds.

There is an investment banking office next to my office on the floor where I work. Like the other offices on this floor the walls facing the elevator lobby are glass. This morning, walking to our office door what do I see inside the the investment banking office? Buttfloss. I'm sorry, casual Fridays or not, under what circumstances does someone think an exposed midriff (in January, no less) with pink buttfloss sticking up out the back of her pants is suitable attire for an office? Especially an investment banking office? Would you hand over you life savings to some hootchie with buttfloss hanging out? Low-slug pants displaying butt-cleavage, once the exclusive realm of plumbers from New Jersey and Outer Bouroughs is now mainstream fashion, co-opted and made feminine by the addition of pink buttfloss emerging from the realm of the permanent vertical smile. Is there anything at all dignified about ass crack? How would a conversation with a client go? "Please invest a million in gold bonds, distribute 500K into high-yield funds and, oh, by the way, nice underwear."

Meanwhile, because there is a leaky pipe in the ceiling, there is a real pumber in my office. He's better dressed.