I've been lurking for some time now. One thing I haven't seen too much of is stories of people be tickled while being fitted for suits/dresses/etc. I actually have some experience with this. Please bear with me on the retelling. Try to do your best imagining you were in my position.
The last time I went to buy a suit, the saleswoman asked my measurements; I couldn't remember them. Out comes the measuring tape.
I'm sure some of you are wondering what this saleswoman looked like. She was probably in her mid-30's; long brown hair, somewhat poofy; white blouse; brown tweedish (as memory serves) jacket and skirt; tan hose; and brown pumps with somewhat of a heel. We could debate whether you would turn your head to get a second look, but your first look would certainly be a couple of seconds longer than normal.
Back to the story. She gets my chest measurements okay, but when she tries to take my waist her fingertips just ever-so-slightly graze my right side. I jerked to the left and gasped, and she gets a little upset. "Please hold still." "I'll try." She tries again and hits the exact same spot! "Will you please hold still!" "I'm doing the best I can." This happens two or three more times, each time an involuntary smile is growing across my face. Finally, when my face looked like this: 😀 , she stops, gets a little smile on her face, and asks "Are you ticklish?" After everything that has happened so far, all I could muster in my flustered state of mind was a timid "yes". "I've never had anyone so ticklish before" she says. Gee, lucky me.
Well, she tries a couple more times and tickles me a couple more times; same spot, same fingertips. Just when I'm on the verge if giggling out load, she gets the measurement we need and we move on. (BTW, I _did_ know my inseam. Looking back, that may have been a pity.)
Some people have asked me why I didn't ask for the measuring tape and take the measurements myself. I honestly didn't think of it. Here I am trying to maintain my composure and this lady is chipping away at it one light stroke at a time. Thinking becomes difficult under such circumstances. 🙂 If I was thinking clearly, I would have asked her if there was someplace less public we could go. She could tickle me as much as she wanted, and I might have a chance to return the favor.
That's my experience. What experiences have folks here had being tickled while being fitted for something?
The last time I went to buy a suit, the saleswoman asked my measurements; I couldn't remember them. Out comes the measuring tape.
I'm sure some of you are wondering what this saleswoman looked like. She was probably in her mid-30's; long brown hair, somewhat poofy; white blouse; brown tweedish (as memory serves) jacket and skirt; tan hose; and brown pumps with somewhat of a heel. We could debate whether you would turn your head to get a second look, but your first look would certainly be a couple of seconds longer than normal.
Back to the story. She gets my chest measurements okay, but when she tries to take my waist her fingertips just ever-so-slightly graze my right side. I jerked to the left and gasped, and she gets a little upset. "Please hold still." "I'll try." She tries again and hits the exact same spot! "Will you please hold still!" "I'm doing the best I can." This happens two or three more times, each time an involuntary smile is growing across my face. Finally, when my face looked like this: 😀 , she stops, gets a little smile on her face, and asks "Are you ticklish?" After everything that has happened so far, all I could muster in my flustered state of mind was a timid "yes". "I've never had anyone so ticklish before" she says. Gee, lucky me.
Well, she tries a couple more times and tickles me a couple more times; same spot, same fingertips. Just when I'm on the verge if giggling out load, she gets the measurement we need and we move on. (BTW, I _did_ know my inseam. Looking back, that may have been a pity.)
Some people have asked me why I didn't ask for the measuring tape and take the measurements myself. I honestly didn't think of it. Here I am trying to maintain my composure and this lady is chipping away at it one light stroke at a time. Thinking becomes difficult under such circumstances. 🙂 If I was thinking clearly, I would have asked her if there was someplace less public we could go. She could tickle me as much as she wanted, and I might have a chance to return the favor.
That's my experience. What experiences have folks here had being tickled while being fitted for something?
