A man in a tall white coat is tucking into a pretzel on a busy street corner. The man is not tall. The coat is. The man is not tall but his coat is tall, and now he has crumbs and salt from the pretzel all over his face. And all over the coat too.

You want to go over there and dust the crumbs and salt from his coat. You want to tell him, hey sir, careful with those crumbs! That’s a white coat! But obviously you don’t do that. Instead you wonder why he’s wearing such a tall coat. It’s nearly touching the floor. Maybe he used to be taller? Maybe it’s just really hard these days, to find a coat that fits. Enjoy your pretzel, street corner man.