“What are your sizes?” she asked
“For shirts- large” I replied
the conversation strayed and then returned
“So, what are your sizes?” she asked again
"For shirts – large" I replied again
the conversation strayed again
"Large for shirts..." she said
"34 for pants"
"Are you sure *my son* is a thirty four"
"That’s what I wear"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!"
"What about shirts?" I know what she means, she means other than large.
"16 at the neck..."
"*my son* is sixteen and a half. Are you sure?"
"Gee, I don’t know let me ask my Mom" There was this pause and I didn't know if she wasn't enjoying the joke or that she thought that possibly that my Mom bought my clothes so I added:
"You know what a clothes horse I am, I know my sizes."
"16 and what"
"32/33"
"Inseam" we like jumping around with the questions.
"30"
"Really?"
"Yeah, I like them to kinda gather at the ankle"
"How tall are you?"
"five eight"
"Not any longer like 31 or 32?"
"No!"
"Have you been sized?"
"I bought a suit recently"
"Where?"
"At *my normal suit store*"
"And they gave you the sizes?"
"..No" she caught me
"We need to meet for lunch. I know some people at *a different suit place* who will size you"
"Okay" I chose o.k. because if I said 'whatever' there would have been trouble, possibly.
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