[this morning as i was about to leave for work]
J: no that’s not gonna work, you need to change. change the shirt or the pants…something has to go.
S: isn’t this a blue? they’re both blue.
J: no it’s a gray. you know how sometimes you can get by and it looks ok? not today, those faded blue pants kinda look purple. you look autistic.
[it was later confirmed it was a blue – a non matching blue by ones opinion, but a blue nonetheless]