Don't mess with the Korean seamstress

Today I found myself in the urgent need to have an alteration made to an old courdroy jacket.

Now before you ask, why am I even wearing a courdroy jacket, 1965 called it wants my fashion sense back.
It so happens that it is actually quite a good coat that just needs to be taken in.

Hey, don't hate a fella for trying out some far out sartorial choices.

So after shopping around for the right tailor, I came across this dry cleaner which is run by quite a dragon lady.

As soon as I walked in, I could sense her disdain for me for some unknown reason.

There she was, Miss Kwan, curly salt and pepper hair, golden reading glasses with long shinny chains dangling from her sides as though the regalia of a dowager empress. And she certainly was one, on her turf, in her realm, ruling over those who worked there and those who came into her store as courtiers to her audience.

I said hello as I approached the counter, placing my coat in front of her and waiting for her to acknowledge me.

She rose up from her perched stool, with the haughtiness befitting only in her mind, and deigned to address me as I began to tell her about my coat and how I wanted her to alter it.

Mind you, I had taken this said coat to another place but didn't like the way they would have worked on it.

So when I showed her the coat with all it's previous pins still intact, she guessed where I had been and immediately proceeded to straighten me out.

As I was in the process of telling her what to do, she told me in no uncertain terms, " I have done this before many times". I told her to take it easy and laughed at her bemusement and unflattering stand of me.

This did not go well with the Queen.

She proceeded to rattle at me the charge that I had promised to bring this a while ago.

I was simply surprised that she actually remembered.

After the customary haggling that my daddy taught me, we had come to a mutual agreement.

Suffice to say, i look forward to debut in my brown courdroy jacket.

Hopefully there aren't any daggers hidden in the sleeves.