Leaving the subway station the other night, a girl in a posh red swing jacket, black trousers, and black heels cut in front of me. As I followed her up the stairs to the street, her pants swished around her ankles and revealed bright white cotton socks.
Not even realizing it was going to come out, I said under my breath with delight, “White socks!” The girl totally turned around and looked at me, and I was like, ” . . . ,” but there was no one else around to blame.
I really feel myself becoming a strange old woman.