"I guess I'll get one of those."

The tension increased as they came to the measurements. The friend refolded his handkerchief.

"This shoulder seems to fall off rather faster than the other, sir."

"I . . .uh . . .slouch a bit."

"Quite normal, I'm sure, sir."

Vag's neighbour tried to flatten his shoulder against the seat.

"I don't think I want any pleats in the pants."

"'Pants,' surely, surely, you mean 'trousers,' sir?"

"I . . . yes."

"You shan't be using a belt with our suit?"

"I'll use suspend . . . uh, braces."

"Yes, sir, braces. Suspenders, rather than garters, if you will pardon the liberty, are what hold up our socks."

Vag was not even wearing garters. He made for the door, leaving a very nervous face alone behind him.