My Blue Shirt

I got a new shirt.

It's blue with short sleeves and it's custom cut to my exact specifications.
And it's too short. Too short (by just a bit) because I didn't want it to be too long so I told the nice gentleman measuring me to make it just a bit shorter than normal. Turns out he did. And it turns out he knew what he was talking about.

Peter and I are in Hong Kong and one of the things Hong Kong is famous for is the custom tailored shirts. Its fame for this is evidenced by the fact that as our two hulking 6 foot-plus, white boy frames walk down the streets of Hong Kong we are constantly bombarded by men coming up to us and asking "You want tailored suit? You want tailored suit? I make you nice suit." We usually ignore them or sometimes say "No thank you." But one time, we answered, "Sure, what the heck."

And now I have a blue shirt, custom cut to be too short.