Living in the future, you had accomplished the remarkable feat of constructing a time machine, setting your destination to the 1800s.

Through the machines magic, you found yourself suddenly transported onto a busy street. Amidst the hustle, a distinguished gentleman collided with you, momentarily disrupting his hurried stride

"My apologies-."

but then his gaze traveled over your attire, and he remarked

"Your choice of clothing is rather unconventional, if I may say so"