If wearing comfortable shoes is abhorrent to Bergquist's aesthetic tastes, then maybe it's time for him to loosen his celluloid collar.
Why should the women he works with have to stare all day at his scuffed and outmoded wingtips while their feet are imprisoned in uncomfortable pumps just to make his work day pleasant?
As he rewinds his pocket watch, perhaps he should realize that time has passed him by. Today, most people dress for function and not for effect. Besides, doesn't he think it will be less painful if one of his fellow women workers is wearing shoes with "fuzzball heels and candy-stripe laces," as she climbs up the corporate ladder, and happens to step on you on your way down?