“fifteen dollar suit” by bsp

(in order to get a time frame etc. you should read my “greenwich hotel” story first)

...soon after meeting and dating florence...she suggested we go to see an arthur miller play on broadway...”the price”...she would get the tickets and all I had to do is show up at the theater appropriately dressed...

...i had white shirts n ties for my job at the shoe store...and one unremarkable blazer...but certainly not a suit...my hippie clothes would not work on broadway...

...on my lunch hour from the store I took a walk....and I can't believe what i'm seein....in a shop window...”suits...$15. choice of colors...this can't be right ?? even in the 60's...so I went in...”yep ur choice blue, green or brown”...wow!...i tried on a green one...looked in the mirror...”i'll take it”...”and i'll be back for another one on payday” I was livin on the west side and walked to the theater in my new suit...she arrived by cab...she was beautiful in a lavender dress with all the trimmings...showin enough cleavage to turn heads...i'm with a beautiful woman goin to a broadway show...and sittin in the front fuckin row...(if the guys back home could see me now...)))...”you really look nice...first time seein you in a suit” she said in my ear...

...intermission arrived so we started to make our way to the back for a drink...”omg” she said in a panic...go to the men's room and look at the back of ur suit!!!”...i hurried to the men;s room and turned my back to the mirror...it looked like someone tied the back of my coat in a knot...the material shrank partway up my back....just from perspiration n body heat...i went back out with my coat over my arm...the play was great and the night ended well....i learned some things that day: never buy a $15. suit and never sit in the front row unless you have an umbrella (some actors (shall remain nameless) tend to spit when they project their voice...and lastly...be the first to laugh at ur own stupidity (then others have no where to go)....bsp