Jumping the Shark

Last week I had a guy come in who wanted to make a modification to his suspenders. He had a problem: his considerable tummy splayed the 'spenders to either side and they wouldn't keep his pants up. He told me something off-color about girls' skirts blowing in the wind, but with men, you just gotta worry about their pants falling down, heh heh. He starts to raise his shirt so I can see his problem for myself. I just couldn't take it. I thought for sure he was getting ready to show me his privates and you know, I just wasn't in the mood for it. I held up my hand and shook my head and said "Sir, I just don't have it in me today . . . " and walked off.

A first.