After a long break, I'm here again.
I went away on holiday in January to Tasmania with my wife (who disapproves of skirts, unfortunately). When the shorts supply ran out, I had to get some additional clothes for the bottom half, and, because it was still nicely folded up, accidentally pulled what probably was the only skirt half-way down a uniformly coloured pile of shorts in Big W (the super-sized version of Woolworths - they tried to have branches in the UK, but they all closed a bit before the time when the UK Woollies went bankrupt).
When next morning I came to put on what I thought was my new pair of shorts, I found myself in front of my wife in the middle of our motel room holding up an unexpected short hiking skirt, with built-in shorts - the weather was glorious outside, and she so wanted to go out for a long walk/hike that she reluctantly consented to me wearing them. And that was the first day of five when the skirt got a quick wash in the evening, ready for the next day. It was so good! The Nut at Stanley, shopping in Smithton, various walks around Edith Creek, Deloraine, Low Head and Georgetown, then across to Bicheno on the East Coast, and a full day exploring the Freycinet National Park. No noticeable reaction anywhere except for a few looks from the Chinese visitors who were there en masse for their Chinese New Year holidays ... but "travel broadens the mind".
My wife's gone off to visit her sister over the current Bank Holiday and I'm alone, so I decided to go out for a walk today through Gorleston (just south of Gt. Yarmouth) and along the beach. Weather cold and blustery, with passing showers. After walking right across the town and visiting several shops, and then about an hour walking along the strand-line, I decided to return along the cliffs back to the car. On the way I passed the Gorleston Cliffs Bowling Club (
https://www.google.co.uk/maps/@52.56392 ... !1e3?hl=en) - about 20 middle-aged and elderly locals, playing earnestly, all in trousers (male and female) except one tall man, probably in his 50s or 60s, standing talking to two others while other players were changing ends, who was wearing a rather formal grey skirt, just below knee-length, 4 or 6 box pleats; it looked like the bottom half of an office skirt-suit, but over-long for most women. Because of the hedge separating the bowling green from the pavement where I was passing, he couldn't see my skirt, but I feel it would have been much more suitable for him - about the same length as his, also with 4 box pleats, but in a fairly heavy demin. But I wasn't going to exchange!
So I went back to my car, passing back through the town, and then home to the warm and dry.
At least your auto-correct has humor.