I was beginning to feel like I had walked into a fun house.

I exited the changing room wearing the new trousers. "I was a thirty-four waist and twenty-nine leg when I walked in here and now I'm a thirty-six waist and a twenty-eight leg? How'd that happen?"

"Fine dress clothes fit a little different than Wranglers or Dockers." He says in his best diplomat/salesman's voice.

I get up on the little step by the mirrors so he can mark the leg length. He folds the cuff under, tugs it into place and makes a chalk mark with practiced ease.

"There you go." He says. "Be ready in three days."

"Thanks. I'm going to measure that inseam when I pick these up."

"Twenty-seven and a half." He says with a twinkle in his eye.

We'll see.