I limp home and don't leave the house again until I'm 35 years old.
I'm in Italy with my friends Rich and Albert in June 2004.
We're staying in a rented property, so we shower and dress before heading out to see the sights on our first day in Ravello.
I put on a pair of well-worn Levis that I've had for a long time. Both Rich and Albert appear in the living room wearing...
I don't say anything. They remain silent. Later in town, I see that there are more short-pants-wearing visitors strolling around.
Shorts are not worn by Italian males. At the very least, not in public.