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‘I Discovered That I Had Left My Tuxedo Shirt at Home’

Tuxedo Trouble

Dear Diary:

In town for a black-tie wedding at the Plaza, my wife and I spent a leisurely afternoon enjoying an unseasonably warm December day.

When we got back to our room at a nearby hotel, I discovered that I had left my tuxedo shirt at home. I called down to the concierge and explained my situation.

“Hmm,” she said. “Well, you can run out and buy a shirt.”

“But the wedding is in a half-hour,” I replied.

“Sorry, sir,” she said. “I hope you make it. Good luck.”

Running downstairs in search of a store, I passed through the lobby’s revolving doors and noticed that the bellmen were wearing white shirts.

I went back in.

“Excuse me,” I said to one who looked about my size. His name was Paul. “I’ve got a wedding in 25 minutes and no shirt. Can you help?”

He hesitated.

“What size are you?” he asked.

“Sixteen neck, 32 sleeve,” I said.

He disappeared through a side door and came out minutes later holding a freshly laundered white shirt, on a hanger no less.

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