Look, seriously, it's not like I'm some kind of crazy fashionista. But there was a guy on the train today, and he looked sharp. Beautiful suit, wide scarf tossed insouciantly over one shoulder, argyle socks that matched the scarf, gorgeous cufflinks. Like, seriously sharp. So I'm doing my crossword and looking at him surreptitiously out of the corner of my eye, and then I'm like, "Hey, he has both buttons on his two-button jacket buttoned up. That's not right." And then he sat down, and he didn't unbutton anything at all, and all I wanted to do was jump up and scream, "BUTTON FOUL! BUTTON FOUL!!!"
I mean, I'm glad I didn't and everything, but come on now. Button foul.