|photo credit: NY Post|
I got a seat on a crowded A-train. A guy sporting a very pricey suit was not so lucky. He parked his strap-hanging self right in front of me. I noticed the details on this suit-- the meticulous thread around the button-holes, the cut, the fabric. His shirt was fancy. His tie was gorgeous.
And his fly was half mast.
So much effort so completely demolished.