A few days ago, I dropped off some pants to get hemmed. They weren’t ready when I went to pick them up, and this turned out to be a major incon­ve­nience; there were some things I had to do at the mall and I want­ed to get them all done at once. The tai­lor told me when they would sup­pos­ed­ly be ready and I made my plans around that.

When I made the extra trip to pick up my pants, there were two Thai women, lean­ing over the counter, flirt­ing with him. Being a Thai man, he flirt­ed back. The women stood to the side when I approached the counter, and kept mak­ing com­ments and then ask­ing me in return, “You’re look­ing good these days. He looks good, does­n’t he? And you have a good busi­ness going. It’s a good busi­ness, isn’t it?”. I was about to say some­thing regard­ing the tar­di­ness of the ser­vice, since I was thor­ough­ly irate about the extra trip, but decid­ed against it. Here he was, being hit on by two women. Who knows when he’d have the oppor­tu­ni­ty again.