No Shirt, No Shoes, No Pants

The boy and I have some of our best conversations in the car.  We also have some of the strangest. We spend a lot of time in the car, so there's no shortage of words... good or bad.

While driving home from karate a few days ago, he asked me,

"Why do stores have that sign on their doors... the one that says
 NO SHIRT, NO SHOES, NO SERVICE?"

I said, "Well, believe it or not, some people would try to go into a business or a restaurant without shoes or a shirt.  Gross, isn't it?"

Instead of agreeing with me, (because all 13 year-old boys agree with their mothers) he said,

"The next time I go into a restaurant, I'm going in with no pants on.  The sign does NOT say
NO PANTS, NO SERVICE 
 I want to see if I will be served.  They have to serve me."

"You'll be served with an arrest warrant," I said.

"Then they need to be more specific on those signs," he said.

My friend, Y, also has a 13 year-old son.  She and I often talk about the strangeness that comes with having 13 year-old sons. 
We have no answers; we just hug and pray for each other.
We've promised to call each other if one of us sees the other's son anywhere without clothes.
Mine will be obviously be trying to buy some lunch.