Thanks everybody. I've found the advice both helpful and comforting.
It's not too serious, so I will probably go with the majority here and call it patina after I polish it out myself. Fortunately, the shoes are black, so the charm
(thanks for that one, Teacher) will be nearly unnoticeable.
Originally Posted by Vintage Gent
I suggest retribution--both ramdom and relentless.
I took this advice to heart this morning when the guy standing in front of where I was sitting bumped the toe of his shoe against the toe of mine. Normally, I let this go, but when I saw what he was wearing, I pretty much lost control.
He wore a checked shirt in French blue paired with brown checked trowsers with a brown belt. The offending shoes were a clunky monkstrap version of derbies in black. Now, I count five eggregious offenses here: 1) French blue; 2) mixing two checks; 3) blue and brown paired in such shades as to induce vomiting; 4) clunky shoes; and the one that pushed me over the edge, 5) brown belt with black shoes.
Normally, I am able to restrain myself in such situations, but his sartorial incompetence was beyond the pale. I kicked him in the knee so hard it tore his kneecap clean off. He fell backward, knocking down everybody else on the train like dominoes. As he fell, his leg bent the wrong way and that ugly monkstrap of his snapped up and kicked out his own teeth. Fortunately, he didn't bleed on me or I'd have stomped his guts out.
It was quite gratifying to see the whole traincar full of people writhing around on the floor apologizing to me and to one another. I warned the offending party about the dangers of dressing badly as I stepped over the carnage on my way off the train. He apologized abjectly in spite of being in considerable pain. I was impressed that he showed such backbone. I think he was probably glad to be getting an unexpected day off.
Thus I kissed off the commuting life today. Of course, this is a complete fabrication except for how the guy standing in front of me was dressed. That part is completely true.