A man approaches me in a huff! He has a run in his stockings and demands of me that I lend him a pair. Not wanting to cause a scene, and a little flustered by his sharp request, I fumble through my dresser to find him a suitable pair.
I hand him the nylons, and he holds them up to examine them further. “These are charcoal, mine were jet black… I suppose these will do, but you’re not doing this outfit any favors!” He barked at me making me jump, then ungratefully strutted out the door, slamming it purposefully behind him.