It’s almost enugh to make you feel sorry for the poor Kitsap commissioners.

Back in the good old days, when money was more plentiful, they could spend their days happily spending the county into a deficit on whimsical items like upscale condominiums no one wanted to buy.

In these recession-ravaged times, however, they don’t have as much money to waste, so they have to be satisfied with wasting time and effort — such as whatever was devoted to the burning question of whether baristas in a total of two or three latté stands countywide should be permitted to serve their clientele attired in — well, not much of anything.

But of course it isn’t just the commissioners who are affected by this fool’s errand. It’s also the Sheriff’s Office, which would have to enforce it.

Maybe we’re being short-sighted about this, but wouldn’t you think the deputies had better things to do with their time and diminished resources than measure how much fabric was used in a barista’s costume?

It would be one thing if the ladies were wandering out of their tiny drive-up stands and waylaying unsuspecting passers by, but as best we can determine, their customers seem ready, willing and able to queue up all by themselves.

And when they’ve finished transacting their business, they drive off, coffee in hand, seemingly no worse for the encounter.

Critics of the businesses point to the horrors of children unknowingly accompanying their parents to the drive-up window and being shocked by the sight of — what, exactly?

On a warm day, the beaches are filled with young women wearing pretty much the same outfit. More to the point, couldn’t the same tykes turn on their TV any time of the day or night and see just as much — or as little?

Why is attire that would be perfectly legal and acceptable in one public setting considered inappropriate in another?

And even more importantly, who really cares?