I grew up on a chicken farm. Chickens stink, in case you've never been around them. There was a story about another chicken farmer in the community. His wife would nag him to shower and change before they went anywhere, to which he had two answers:
1) We're only going to (the feed store, the hatchery, the slaughterhouse). Everybody knows me there.
2) We're only going to (the bank, etc. etc.). Nobody knows me there.