Thanksgiving at the Restaurant

Posted on November 29, 2013 in Appearance Festivals

I was seriously misdressed in a last detail.  The dark Old Navy khakis could pass a rudimentary inspection.  The dark blue wool shirt was arguably seasonal.  No one would dispute the cuteness of the red suspenders.  But when I looked down at everyone’s feet, I knew I was a bane to the fashionistas.  All others wore something made of black or brown leather, stylized with waxed shoe laces or brass clips.  My feet were shod with walking shoes of white plastic, dirtied white mesh, and gray cloth.  I had sinned.