Suits You, Sir
While refolding leather pants, stacked on a shelf in a fashionable London clothing store, Tim, a young male shop-assistant, glances up to see a customer standing in the aisle. It’s Fred, a slightly overweight taxi-driver from Hull, who has a long red velvet evening dress draped over one arm and a white fluffy jumper under the other. He’s looking a bit lost. ‘Can I help you, sir?’ asks Tim. ‘Oh, yes please,’ says Fred, ‘I’d like to try these on, but I can’t find the changing rooms.’ Tim glances at the dress, then the jumper, then back at Fred before saying, ‘Certainly sir. Over there, to the right of the cashier’s desk.’ ‘Aaah. Thanks,’ says Fred, with a smile he’s hoping will conceal his nerves. He arrives at a changing booth, and pulls back the curtain. Perfect, he thinks. A large full-length mirror covers the entire wall on one side. On the opposite wall is a line of hooks and beneath them a slim bench. Fred pulls the cur...