Norie had been told by Cindy that the boutique had bad security, and Norie and me had cased it a couple of days before. There was only one girl working there and the cubicles were at the back of the shop.
It was a sunny April afternoon on the King’s Road when I went in.
The girl was sat at the table. She greeted me with a radiant smile.
Not saying much I selected a couple of jackets off the racks and went into the back to try them.
Neither fitted well.
She called out, “How do they look?”
So I went back out with one on, saying, “It’s too small for me, I might try another”.
So I kept up the game and worked through the coats and tried them all on.
Only one was anything like a decent fit and although I thought it rather dated I secreted it under my mac and left both hanging on the peg while I took the others back to the girl.
“None of them any good”, she asked brightly; slightly crestfallen, I thought.
“No, all too tight on me. Shame though”, trying to make it up.