Flashes of Panic

I wear dress clothes so infrequently that when I pull out a jacket, I dip in the pockets to discover when I last wore it. Generally I discover a place card from a wedding reception, but not always; yesterday, my suit’s jacket revealed only a large square of moleskin, suggesting that whichever occasion I had last worn it had included uncomfortable dress shoes. (I recently invested in respectable-looking shoes I can wear for a day without resorting to moleskin.)

The blue blazer has seen much more use in the last year, between my new career impersonating a businessman and my tendency to bring it to major meets to be prepared for official receptions and the like. It’s easier to wear a jacket like that than to pack it.

As a result, checking those pockets revealed a cash receipt (in Euros) from a shop in the Milan airport, and a schedule for Metro North trains between Grand Central and New Haven.