Once on the EB a Canadian oil field roustabout appeared in the diner one morning dressed in wife-beater T-shirt, pajama shorts, baseball cap and bare feet. The lead SA sent him back after she caught her breath. The entire diner cheered. The night before he had boasted at length about his career in Big Oil and the boasts grew louder the more he drank.
Speaking of baseball caps, I have often wondered why so many men do not take them off while dining on the train and in restaurants. Same with those wide brimmed Western hats. It seems so declasse.