Mario Junior, my FACETIME buddy, — he FACETIMEs me after work and chats about his day while his parent are shocked to find us chatting — went shopping for his Communion suit. Thrilling.
Mom was planning a blue suit, white shirt, and BROWN shoes.
Both the male salesman and I convinced Mom that black shoes with laces was required.
A fat old white guy injineer giving fashion advice!
The world is going to end!
The Mayans were wrong; the world will end tomorrow. The Universe’s problem has been solved. The Karmic wheel has been stopped. Occam’s razor went dull.
Injineers have finally evolved to the final stage of Nirvanah.
Dispensing fashion advice!
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