
CLOTHESMINDEDNESS – You Are What You Wear
Motel the tailor wanders into a small flophouse late one stormy winter night. “Quite full,” says the innkeeper. “Let’s see . . . I’ve got a single Cossack in one of the rooms up on the top floor. Your best bet is to climb into the bed beside him. Sorry, it’s the best I can do. ”
Grateful for a place to park his weary bones, the traveler quickly makes for the staircase, halting only to request that the innkeeper wake him well before dawn. “Got a train to catch,” he importantly blurts out.
Before he knows it, there’s a hand shaking him awake. “It’s well before dawn,” says a voice; “your train.”