April 06, 2006

I went and got my suit coat back.

From the reweaving place. I went about an hour ago, because they weren't going to be open by the time I left work. Got there, got buzzed in, and gave it the ol' once over. Well, there aren't any more moth holes. And the two patches aren't THAT noticeable. I think the lady sensed I might be less than thrilled with the result--"When you have it dry-cleaned, it'll be much harder to see them. The dry cleaning fluid makes the threads shrink up a bit so that the repair is flatter."

I wasn't quite comforted by that, seeing as how it sounded very similar to the admonition that employees of Grace Brothers give to customers--"Don't worry about the sleeves, sir; they'll ride up with wear."

"Well, okay--and it IS better than having holes in it." Which came out a bit less complimentary than I intended it to, and I think I might have hurt her feelings a bit, because she did allow that she did the best she could. I know.

I don't blame her for it. I blame those stupid moths.

Anyway, at least now I have two suits in the Sunday lineup again. Ol' Blue is ready for a week off now.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at April 6, 2006 03:14 PM

There is doing the best you can and results—attempt to pay for results.

Posted by: jim at April 6, 2006 03:28 PM

I was at a bit of a loss, seeing as how there's only one place in town that was recommended by my dry cleaner. And it is better than having holes in the sleeve.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at April 6, 2006 03:39 PM