The day of my diagnosis I wore a wrinkle resistant Club Room dress shirt that was pale blue with white checks. The horizontal white lines were slightly bolder than their vertical brethren. I thought it was an illusion at first but it’s not.
My pants were black with white pin stripes that were so faint they were barely noticeable. I was violating a cardinal Biz Caz rule by wearing checks with stripes. However, I hoped the stripes in my pants were so faint that I could get through the day undetected. I hadn’t even noticed them until I put them on in my office.
I had bought the pants at a Banana Republic one weekday morning after I was caught in a torrential rainstorm that drenched my Banana Republic chinos. Not wanting to spend the day in wet clothes I made the trip to the Banana Republic that is conveniently and appropriately located at the center of all the downtown office buildings. The store was crowded for 10:15 a.m. It was filled with other water-logged office workers.