I wore my Oakley Whisker sunglasses to the Mets game on Sunday and I noticed that everyone was apologizing to me. They were getting out my fucking way. That’s right, everyone. People in the line for the bathroom. For the hot dogs. For the beer. The other passengers on the subway. Oakley sunglasses are favored by the troubled, the traumatized, the violent. But even If you don’t wear have these issues, you can benefit from the presumption. The more you know.
