That's Another Reason I'M Upset

What is it about a Wizard's appearance that gives me pause? I always find myself guessing about what type of lurid surreptitious act of debauchery is practiced within the confines of such nonsensical attire. You always seem to run into one of these super naturalists in the dark recesses of some ancient dim lit pub swilling grog by candle lite. Come on, would you allow an eighty year old guy with a white beard down to his navel, wearing a robe that hasn't seen a dry cleaners in a fortnight, toting a six foot gnarled hard wood staff, into your bar? The guy won't even take that floppy wide brimmed cone shaped hat off when he comes inside. And another thing, he's always on a quest, never just out for a cold one. I don't know, this has just always bothered me a little...