There was nothing wrong with it necessarily.
Nothing obviously offensive or challenging.
Nothing to make you squirm or recoil.
It just looked…wrong.
The same way a dog dressed like a person is wrong.
Or ketchup with scrambled eggs is wrong.
Or thinking that ketchup with scrambled eggs is wrong.
Maybe you like that.
Who am I to tell you what to eat and in which combination?
He was in his fifties, big bellied and sporting tight trousers.
The ‘wrong’ part? Yellow T-shirt.