I went for my annual eye exam. Great news! My poor sight has held steady for the last 3 years. I had started to get nervous as my mid to late twenties saw a downward trend and I was sure I would be completely blind by 40. I purchased a year's supply of lenses. Thankfully we are lucky enough to have vision coverage, and the manufacturer is offering a rebate. So at least there's a lot less money out of my pocket than there could be.
On to the tailor. I have two pairs of pants with cuffs, I just cannot hem those myself. It's too scary to tackle. The only tailor I have ever used is in the same shopping center as the eye doctor. And I had my wits about me today and remembered to bring the pants with me. And get this, I even had the shoes I would normally wear with the pants too!
As I was on the podium with my first pair of pants, a man walked in wanting some suit pants let out in the waist. The little tailor lady wanted him to try them on so she could see how much to let out. He was very hesitant to do this. She kept pushing. Then he started talking like Donald Duck saying something about "okay, I'll try them on if you say so". The lady wasn't sure what to think. She looked at me for guidance. I sort of laughed in a oh-my-weirdness-what-is-he-doing kind of way. So she followed suit. Very very odd little man. And obviously not about to resolve to lose that extra inch or two from his waistline, just get the pants let out instead.
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