Game Recognizes Game

On a cold Friday morning in New York, my bride and I sauntered, strolled, ambled up that toniest of sections of Madison Avenue heading to a certain store in the mid 70s

As it was not quite ten o’clock, we wandered further up said avenue and ducked into the Sant Ambroeus for some more warm caffeinated beverages.

Who doesn’t love some Italian coffee drinks?

It being a high in the mid-40s and low in the mid-20s, we were dressed for the weather.

I had on a corduroy suit, sweater, long scarf, wool fisherman’s beanie, top coat

A legit corduroy suit in the color of “dark stone” from a favorite UK maker

How now brown cow?

Seemed legit for the weather

Stepping into Sant Ambroeus, Madison, b/t 77th and 78th, we observed a man in shorts (!) drinking from his cup and saucer at the end of the coffee bar. His shorts and his jacket matched. His black socks and shoes matched.

My bride thought he worked there

I knew better

As he sipped his drink, I removed my outer coat, took off my wool fisherman’s hat, unwrapped my scarf

I was abandoned by my bride who walked over to look at something in the bakery display case

As I walked by the man in shorts, he said, “I like your suit”

I replied, “Thanks, Mr. Browne”

He nodded

I nodded

No other words exchanged.