“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.
A random note in my random notes for my random blog for random thoughts for
puppies for cats for for lizard for Apple pie for space cadets for rain for
sleet for the Canadian rapper, Snow…
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I have 1 million notes in my head and 1 million other notes from other
people Kept in the place where my bathing suit covers. I’m sitting on a
tiny litt...
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