I recently took my suit to the cleaners at 56th Street and Second Avenue. I had to wait awhile because the dog in front of me was having his tuxedo altered.
I didn’t mind waiting, because it was a cute dog, one of those little white hairy ones with soulful eyes. He (at least I assume it was a he; he was wearing a tuxedo) was having the tuxedo altered because the last time he wore it he was just a puppy, and he’s grown a bit since then.
The first occasion was his mistress’s sister’s wedding. Now the mistress herself is getting married (congratulations!) and it’s time to break out the old formal wear. I learned all this from the mistress, not the dog. This wasn’t a talking dog. That would have been weird.
If I can make it there,
I’ll make it anywhere
Yes, this was from The New York Times