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Sartorial Etiquette

Hope Nuggets

So, last night, I’m hauling ass to the R train in my Gold Michael Kors Pumps and I breeze by this woman on the street. As I’m about to descend the subway stairs, the following exchange occurs:

Very Nice Woman: Miss? Miss?!
Me: (irritated, I am so effing late) Yes?
Very Nice Woman: Can I share something with you about your outfit?

I’m assuming she’s going to tell me how fab I look, obvs. My irritation subsides, and I put on my sweetest, most gracious, compliment-accepting face.
Me: Of course!
Very Nice Woman: You look very nice, but, umm, it’s your shoes. They still have the pricetags on the bottom.

Tres Faux Pas! Fessing up to scoring pumps at thrift stores is one thing, but being outed via unremoved pricetags is quite another. This lovely lady saved me from the kind of embarrassment akin to traipsing around with toilet paper stuck to one’s heel. What a doll. I laughed aloud at myself, thanked her immensely, and we continued on our separate ways. Our exchange served as a refreshing reminder that where fashion’s concerned, us women are actually capable of comradeship. Kumbaya, beotches.