On most occasions when people approach me on the street, I concentrate on moving my two feet away away as quickly as possible. Those dirty Greenpeace kids can easily be avoided by telling them I am already a member. Those slightly less dirty comedy club kids can be avoided by telling them that I don't like to laugh. So when a guy came up to ask if I knew anyone who should be taken to Style Court, I was caught off-guard. A coworker of mine is an atrocious dresser and should have her wardrobe sentenced to Sing-Sing. I took his flyer and left it in a public area of the office.
The fashion victim thinks her clothes are fine so, in a Law & Order plot-shift, plan B came about. Coworker Glitter asked in passing if she could go on the show; I called the number and explained that my friend usually dresses in gym clothes and sweat suits at work (it's true). Well, that was a chuckle, we decided. Until the next day when a lady from the show called me back to discuss Glitter's clothes. Next step is to send some pictures of the Glitter's crimes in action in for evaluation--she promises to wear a hoody every day next week. Frighteningly, the show lady asked me about my height and weight. Will Glitter charge a counter-suit?
