Jarnhamar
Army.ca Myth
- Reaction score
- 6,726
- Points
- 1,160
So I go to NDHQ for an appointment the other day when two clerks react in abject horror. I spin around thinking a greater demon is behind me, but nothings there.
"Umm, we can't serve you, there is a dress code here"
I panic for a second thinking I wandered into a high class bar and look around (like the dreams you have as a kid going to school naked) but no, people wearing green cadpat uniforms and combat boots are all over.
In a polite tone (giving me an are you an idiot can't you read? look) it's pointed out to me that there are TWO giant signs describing the dress code.
No jeans!, tshirts, sports gear, sandles, running shoes etc...
I'm wearing brand new running/hiking shoes, khakie pants and a clean plain white t shirt.
The two clerks are discussing what to do, if they let me in they may get in shit, yet one feels sorry for me because I'm out of town.
They can probably tell by the steely look in my eyes that I'm not going going to leave quietly so after 10 minutes or so a concession is made. I'm allowed to proceed but I have to take my hat off....
I sit down for a few minutes and then taken and seen etc.. and leave.
What burned me was that 3 of the people working in the office were wearing jeans...
I was going to ask about that when I was leaving but figured it best just to get out of the building as fast as possible.
"Umm, we can't serve you, there is a dress code here"
I panic for a second thinking I wandered into a high class bar and look around (like the dreams you have as a kid going to school naked) but no, people wearing green cadpat uniforms and combat boots are all over.
In a polite tone (giving me an are you an idiot can't you read? look) it's pointed out to me that there are TWO giant signs describing the dress code.
No jeans!, tshirts, sports gear, sandles, running shoes etc...
I'm wearing brand new running/hiking shoes, khakie pants and a clean plain white t shirt.
The two clerks are discussing what to do, if they let me in they may get in shit, yet one feels sorry for me because I'm out of town.
They can probably tell by the steely look in my eyes that I'm not going going to leave quietly so after 10 minutes or so a concession is made. I'm allowed to proceed but I have to take my hat off....
I sit down for a few minutes and then taken and seen etc.. and leave.
What burned me was that 3 of the people working in the office were wearing jeans...
I was going to ask about that when I was leaving but figured it best just to get out of the building as fast as possible.