New Suits

My AC and I visited a couple local shops on base and decided we needed some new suits. They are ridiculously cheap, and would be tailor made, so why not. We left very skeptical, they rushed us and instead of physically measuring us, had us put on a coat near to our size and then made estimates off that. I’m relieved to say mine turned out well. And overflowing with swagger from my new suit, picked up to civilian girls who needed a ride down the flight line (I was working duty crew). It was dark so I couldn’t really tell if they were cute, but they were cuter than any other civilian girl I’ve talked to recently (zero). Surprisingly enough they were at breakfast the next morning. Another day I was walking along and began chatting with a tan skinned man with a thick accent. Turns out he was from New York, here as an interpreter for over 7 years. I asked if his Shalwar was comfortable (the long shirt with pajama pants they all wear). He said it was the best and insisted I get one and took me to a dealer he new. This guy was much more friendly and actually took measurements the way you’re supposed to. I went to pick it up today, he remembered me with a smile and one of his assistants hustled off to fetch my stuff. Now after as much time as we spent discussing different fabrics and what would be most traditional, I’m positive he knew what I wanted, and as he handed me the bag, threw in a belt for the pants. Unfortunately back at my room, I found a normal button down shirt. I don’t know where the communication broke down, but my next day off I’ll have to go back, bright side, it fit very well and the fabric seemed very nice.