He felt like he’d stepped out of an old black and white movie as he looked at himself in the m
He felt like he’d stepped out of an old black and white movie as he looked at himself in the mirror. The whole day had rushed by like a whirlwind from the shave and a hair cut at barber shop to the clobbers for shoes, and shining, until they came to the haberdasher. He’d never even worn a dress shirt before and now he was being fitted for shirts, vest, ties jackets and slacks. It seems so much, and not at all what he expected when he said yes he wanted to visit the man he’d been talking to for almost a year. They’d talked of changing and molding him into a different man, a better man that fit his friend’s, Owner, taste but all of this, and so far, took him off guard. Then he was handed the hat and told he had a choice. Walk away, hand the hat back and be given a plane ticket home and they’d never speak again, or put on the hat and know he was never going home. The choice was his. -- source link
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