I was at the dry cleaners waiting for the tailor to arrive.
I needed a suit altered and this tailor is supposed to be the best in the area. He was, however, out getting a coffee.
“He’ll be back in 5 minutes,” the girl at the counter assured me.
She suggested I put on the suit in the dressing room while I was waiting for him to return, then she disappeared into the back.
Here’s the thing: I wore an old hoodie sweatshirt (mistake) and a pair shorts to bring my suit here. I couldn’t wear the sweatshirt under the suit jacket obviously…
So, I’m standing in the dry cleaners wearing a baggy suit and no shirt at all.
A customer came in and asked me if I was on line.
(Could she really have thought I left the house dressed like this?)
So, of course I answered, “Yes.”
She positioned herself behind me.
After a minute, she looked at her watch and sighed, “I’m going to be late…”
I turned to her, “Me too. I have an important meeting.”
She looked at my bare stomach then back to her watch and shook her head.
I tried making small talk. “So glad the warm weather’s here, aren’t you?”
“Uh, Yeah. Where is the girl who works here? I’m running really late.”
Checking my belly button for fuzz, “Yup, I love the warm weather. Winter clothes and all my shirts get packed away for the season.”
The worker came out from the back.
I gestured for the woman to advance, “Please, you go ahead.”
“You sure?” (She was definitely talking to my nipples.)
“Yes. Chivalry is alive and well,” I smiled.
She grabbed her dry-cleaned clothes and left the store offering me a hesitant smile that was weak enough to prevent engaging anymore.
“The tailor’s back, Mr. Higgins. He just pulled up.”
“Great. Thanks.”
The suit came out great-fits perfectly.