Big deal. I remember when all the gas stations were full service and all employees wore uniforms. Texaco even had their slogan of "Trust your car to the man that wears the star".
Janitors for most companies are provided uniforms, too.
The big guy has a fixation about wearing a uniform of some sort--thus Freudianly betraying his totalitarian longings--uniforms on his job,
faux uniforms at these reunions of long-ago third-tier television celebrities.
That phenomenon, I don't understand; I myself have never taken a job requiring wearing a uniform, or only rarely, a name-tag. It all seems to dehumanize one. If I can't wear my own clothes, forget it. And if someone wants to know who I am, well, they can ask.
Of course, at "high security" places, such as those times when I was a supervisor for First Data Resources (financial services) or the government, while a uniform wasn't required, one of those plastic-coated name-tags was. In those cases, I kept the name-tag inside a pocket, and when spotted by a security guy, pulled it out to flash at him, and then put it back into the pocket.
That wasn't exactly
kosher, but I got away with it.
If it'd become an issue, I would've quit the job; no job is worth dehumanization.