SoCal Dress Code

Not too long ago, one of our colleagues from Huntington Beach came to our offices for a meeting. As she walked off the elevator I nearly choked on my Krispy Kreme. A super-short skirt, F**k-Me red stilettos, and fishnets. For a 10AM meeting. I looked around in disbelief. No one else batted an eyelash. Joyce from Accounting came out and cheerfully greeted her, asked about her kids. Even Joe, the Marketing Manager, managed to have polite banter and I only caught him glancing at her legs once (hard to miss when they're about 8 feet long.) Now, I do not work in the Playboy Offices (although they are just a few streets up) and we do have a dress code. But it's more along the lines of, "no flip-flops"/"no beachwear". Because I assume we're so close to the beach that people must've shown up in bikinis and towels and got sand in the copiers or something. But dressing like a tart is perfectly acceptable. And I guess I'm OK with that, too.