I Sometimes Question the Choices People Make in the Morning

Do you ever see a person and just look at them asking yourself: "What on earth were you thinking this morning?" That happens to me sometimes. I sometimes see a person coming back from a hard days work, and while I'm sure they had a long day, that's still no excuse for an overall horrendous outfit. Even after a bad day, what may have been a great outfit earlier in the day still shines through. But bad outfits? Well, they stick out even more.

For example... On Friday, August 10th, 2007, I encountered a male of extremely questionable judgment at the corner of 22nd & Eye Sts on the way to the Foggy Bottom Metro. The first thing I noticed about this man was his choice of footwear. He wore the male version of pointy-toed boots. And not just any ugly looking male pointy-toed boots either... they were extreme. As in EXTREME. As in, oh dear Val, how have you NOT poked someone's eye out with those things? The photo to the right is merely an example of the footwear this man chose to wear... and do no justice to the horrid leather that adorned his unholy feet.

But it gets better. Along with those ridiculous "shoes" he was also wearing pants in, guess what color, BABY PINK. Clearly, black leather death weapons and baby pink pants go WONDERFULLY together.

But why stop there? I mean, we've already committed a few sins already, why not get the discount package?

So, keeping in mind that he was wearing a sharp leather gondola on each foot and baby pink pants (which is hard enough to pull off on it's own), I will now tell you about the yellow shirt. Yes, that's right... a yellow fucking shirt.

Let's recap, shall we? Black pointy-ass shoes that must have been five inches longer than his actual foot. Baby pink pants... which just don't GO with shiny black shoes of that caliber. And a yellow shirt. Because baby pink and yellow work so well to begin with, I guess he thought that adding those ugly black shoes would make a nice touch.

And I know you don't think it can get any better, but it has. I took a picture. I stalked the man to take a picture of this horrendous outfit. I wish I could have gotten a shot of those shoes... and while we waited for the Orange line train (I vommed a bit when I noticed this fashion victim getting on MY line) I tried my best to sneak a photo or two, but I did not succeed in that mission.

But here's the consolation prize... enjoy!