Which way to Walmart?

Distrust any enterprise that requires new clothes.
Henry David Thoreau

This morning, walking my dogs, we crossed a busy street.  I was dressed in old jeans, frayed t-shirt, ill fitting sweatshirt and a very faded ball cap.  As the dogs and I were part way through the intersection, a car stopped in the middle of the intersection.  The driver looked at me for a minute as if making some sort of decision and then yelled out "Which way to Walmart?"  Wonder if it time to update my wardrobe?