Battle of (Shallow) Wits
A brand whore complimented my giant purse/schoolbag/briefcase/carry-all while he and I were both waiting for the bus this evening. I knew he was a brand whore because, less than 30 seconds after issuing said compliment, he proceeded to include the name of my bag's maker in a list along with 3 other big-name fashion brands to indicate his sense of taste and style. His attentions made me so uncomfortable that I was practically folding on myself while somehow still standing upright.
Meanwhile, I was left to call his supposed good taste into question... not only because he asked me where I got the bag he liked so much (inescapably tacky, in my opinion), but also because he was wearing brown leather shoes with an all-black outfit. Seriously. Not even a brown leather belt as an accent to possibly justify the shoes.
Checkmate.
Meanwhile, I was left to call his supposed good taste into question... not only because he asked me where I got the bag he liked so much (inescapably tacky, in my opinion), but also because he was wearing brown leather shoes with an all-black outfit. Seriously. Not even a brown leather belt as an accent to possibly justify the shoes.
Checkmate.