One of my clerical staff comes to work in a cleavage-exposing tank top with spaghetti straps, short skirt up to here (at least the panties are covered), and backless, open-toe heels, no hose.

She complains she's cold. The thermostat was turned to 72 degrees. A sympathetic male upped it to 80 degrees because she was shivering and crying on his shoulder (metaphorically speaking).

For heaven's sake, Put some clothes on! This is an office, you know, not a venue designed for you to display your feminine charms.

Another pet peeve to brighten Monday morning.