By way of contrast some caving friends had returned very late from a caving trip and there was a serious risk of missing closing time - so rather than getting changed they piled into their van, drove to a pub and sent the person in the cleanest looking wetsuit.
Pub was carpeted and posh, with the carpet pattern matching the seat cushions. "we're a bit dirty", he says sheepishly, "I wonder if we could take a tray of beers outside" The landlord marched over "How dare you come in here and suggest that I, a publican, would question the dress of my customers! Come inside the lot of you." They then had a long and glorious lecture "the duties of an innkeeper are to serve beer and food to his customers, not to question whatever they may choose to wear"
Closing time was a rather flexible concept it turned out too