Had to smile at how P wears pants that display his trademark calves! Lots of personal info posted here which is a surprise. Sounds like Pellius made a good choice with this new job.
I wear shorts because here in Hawaii it's a warm climate and just about everybody wears shorts unless they have to follow a dress code. At work I'd say about 70 percent of those working in the store wear shorts including both the manager, assistant manager and all but one of the supervisors. 100% of the staff that works in the lumber department, which includes me, wear shorts. Other than the cashiers it's a very physical job as even people on the sales floor are constantly unloading pallets and stocking shelves. Those in the lumber department are outside, so no air conditioner, and it's very physical work. Always on your feet, always having to do something.
Not everyone, in fact I would say only a small arguably mentally disturbed cult, has a bodybuilder mentality and are constantly checking out and evaluating other people's muscular proportions, as well as there own -- always striving to present their best attributes and presentation. I am closing in fast on 60 years old. 60 goddamn years old! Though I always want to be a good health and good physical shape and will always make it a priority, I am determined to never have a pot belly like the majority of men over 40 do. But trying to look jacked or dress in ways to accent any muscular development has steadily drop lower and lower on my priority list as the years wear on.
I wear shorts for comfort and would be doing so even if my calves went back to the original 13 inches
instead of the slightly over 16 inches it is now. I give my calves little thought and don't even train them nor do I consider it my "trade mark". When someone describes me or refers to me if they forget my name it's virtually always in reference to my height. There is only one other person that works here that's about my same height and he is referred to as the tall, bald guy. I'm the tall guy with the "bushy" hair.
Normal people don't give a shit about other people's calves although, admittedly, that is the first thing I check out in a person when I walk behind them. I do this because I am truly amazed at how many people, probably unaware or unconcerned, are in the advance stages of diabetes. Their swollen discolored calves and ankles, often with festering sores -- hell some even have their edema spill over their shoe laces which they have leave untied because of their swollen feet -- present a clear picture and stark warning that they will eventually be in a wheel chair or possibly and amputee.
All because they just can't control their eating. They can't just have a regular meal but always have to stuff themselves to the gill each time and, snack and snack and snack throughout the day. The majority of these fatties don't go even a half an hour before they put something in their mouths.
So, yeah, I check out people's calves but for an entirely different reason than you do.
