The Joseph A Bank's called, saying my suit was in, and they were ready for the fitting. Unfortunately, this was last week, when I was in short order sick and then giving the final exam. I couldn't make it in for tailoring the hours their tailor would have available. This week, though, I had ... well, work to 7 pm Wednesday and Thursday, but I had Friday free. And they had the tailor free, too. Good timing.
At my mother's insistence I went wearing a pair of dress shoes, on the grounds they wouldn't know how to set up the cuff of my pants if I weren't wearing real actual shoes. I was skeptical of this but went along with it because it was easier than not. When I got there and explained what I was doing there to the clerks they told me to put on their dress shoes instead. Their shoes were better-looking than mine, admittedly, although it was a fashion that I've had in the past. But it was also about half a size too small for me. They offered to get a shoehorn, and when's the last time you saw a shoehorn being used for anything? But I managed on my own. I can't be accused of being comfortable in it, but now I know what I look like in subcutaneous shoes.
The jacket, though was a perfect fit as-is. The cuffs didn't need adjustment, nor the shoulders, nor, anything, really. The pants were also just about perfect in waistline. I'm a little disoriented whenever I see me in clothes that make me look good. All that was really needed was for figuring out the pants length, which I'm sure nobody saw coming. The tailor marked the spots off for that so fast I didn't see it, so, was left confused by the promise that I was done now and could go. I didn't until I actually saw the chalk marks made.
I thought I'd lost the jacket somewhere in changing, but they'd just helped it off me and then put it across a table slickly enough that I didn't realize they'd done it. I don't know how they do it.
While I puttered around another customer came in, complaining about the wear on a tie he'd bought only a few months ago. The tailor agreed, sincerely and passionately, about the quality of the material. It was the most passionate I'd heard anyone be about ties ever.
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PS: Reading The Comics, May 20, 2012 ... the subject matter everyone likes seeing.