Wearing the wrong clothes
Does it ever happen to you that you get to your destination (work, where else?, wherever) and find that you are dressed all wrong?
This happens to me. Today the mishmash was too skinny cord trousers with hipster waistline and a strange excuse for leg-of-mutton sleeves top. The overall and displeasing effect was to make me look like an wrestler up top, with the legs of Gandhi (who has his spectacles on sale soon I read this week) but even they wouldn’t have helped.
How to avoid such sartorial silly business. Dunno actually. Iron ones clothes, so you actually have a functioning wardrobe at short notice springs to mind. But there’s always something much more interesting to do, isn’t there?