One of us was wrong

So I jumped out of bed this morning, got dressed and was at the tailor just about as early in the morning as I'm ever likely to show up anywhere.


Tried on jacket one. It felt like pj's. Heaven

Tried on jacket two. A bit heavier but again it felt a light as skin.

Then I looked in the mirror. The skirt of each jacket was about two inches past my hand. Looked like a zoot suit. After minor discussions regarding my height and his eyesight I agreed to return next Friday. Until then, we wait.

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