I had this great pair of wraparound shades with reflective lenses, and wore them for months. They allowed me to gape in goggle-eyed horror at really bad outfits. Then I lost them. (Well, I had to give them back to the guy who left them at my house. Whatever.)

Yesterday I was crossing Market Street and some chicky was wearing these awful clickety-clackety shoes -- short heel, with just a tiny strap to barely keep them on the foot. She could barely walk in them. It looked so stupid. And as I looked at her shoes with nausea and disbelief, I realized I was wearing my OTHER sunglasses, the ones that are barely tinted, and she could totally see my expression.

Bad fashion ricochet.