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Wrong Fit!

Some twenty five years back when I was a harrassed young working woman (as opposed to a harrassed middle aged hausfrau) working in an office on the south side of Dublin city, the working day had come to an end, the darkness was descending and I was late for my evening class.  My two office pals, Pat and Pamela and Mary, our housekeeping assistant, were getting ready to leave, but we were all chat about some office matter or another.

"Well, I've no time to stand about waiting for you girls, I'm late for my class," said I.  I ran up to the coat stand and grabbed my coat, a long, dark affair of a thing if I remember rightly, threw it on myself, grabbed my bag and ran for the no. 13 bus, from Appian Way in Dublin all the way over to the commercial college in Dorset Street where I was studying a computer course.  I was in a tearing hurry and never noticed how my coat seemed to be sweeping the road as I ran.  But that was me, back in the day.  Not a care in the world. Not like now.

When I'd completed my class in the commercial college in Dorset Street, I went to retrieve my coat.  Strange. My coat had a bunch of keys in the pocket I'd never seen before.  A large, jangly bunch of keys as I recall.  I took a good long look at the coat and got the surprise of my life.

It wasn't my coat at all.  It was, in fact, the coat of my good friend and office colleague, Pamela.  Now anyone who knows Pamela and who also knows me will know that there is a good difference in our respective heights.  I'm on the short side.  Five foot nothing is usually how  I describe myself.  Pamela, on the other hand, was a tall, impressive blonde, a regular chocolate box beauty.  The type of beauty that adorns magazine covers.  Her coat was a long, impressive fake fur type with a white band of fur around the collar. And to think I'd worn it all the way to Dorset street from Appian Way and had never even noticed!  That will tell you something about the state of my mind back then.

It was nine o'clock in the evening and too late to do anything about it now.  This, of course, was before the era of mobile phones.  So I shouldered the coat and home I went, taking care to try and not sweep the roads as I went.

When I met Pam the next morning at work, she had a similar story to tell.  A reverse one, rather.  She too had taken 'her' coat, not even bothering to check the size.  After a while, as she walked down Ranelagh in Dublin, she'd become aware that the coat was rather tight.  Tight and short.  She made me laugh as she told me the feelings that ran through her head when she realised what she/we had done.

It's easy to laugh at these comical happenings afterwards, isn't it? It's what my rakhi brother Ramana would describe as wisdom by hindsight.

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Comments

  1. Funny, gaelikaa. Very. You described the wrong fit so well if it weren't too late I'd pay for the dry cleaner. Nay, clean it up myself.

    I take it Pamela stayed friends with you - always with an eye on her coat?

    U

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  2. What an endearing story, Gaelikaa. I hope you'll be considering it for a short story plot. Rx

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  3. I can just about picture you running for the number 13 bus with the coat trailing behind you like a royal train!

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  4. This isn't about fit, but I remember when my mother accidentally wore her house slippers to church one day. lol

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  5. What a let down. I expected a rather more recent tale of the wrong fit!

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  6. Hi Gaelikaa, got a great laugh at this story, as it reminded me of a similar happening at my dear mother's funeral. 2 similar coats got mixed up, and my friend, half way through the funeral, realised she was wearing the coat belonging to the person in the coffin! Luckily, she's a calm person!
    Hope you're keeping well.

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  7. Mimi! Now that's a shocker!
    I had a semi-gaelikaa in my local pub. I put on my jumper at the end of the night - to be fair to me, it was the only one there - only to realise the next morning that it wasn't mine. (Took my a while of turning it inside out and back again to finally decide.)
    So I took it back to the pub - no sign of its doppelganger. I left a note - but response came there none. So I still have it.
    It was a good exchange - the replacement has fewer holes than its lost predecessor.

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  8. LOL! Glad it all got sorted out eventually! But what a shock to discover you've got the wrong coat!

    I tend to always mistakenly go for someone else's glass of wine during a party! LOL! That's my excuse anyway! Take care
    x

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  9. Ursula, thanks for coming over. Yes, Pamela and I never fell out over that one. In fact we had a good laugh over that.

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  10. Hi Rena, you're very welcome to my blog. Yes, the thought of a short story crossed my mind as I was writing this blog post...

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  11. Hi Grannymar. I know you could! The places I describe are well known to you.

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  12. Delirious, sometimes life is funnier than any comedy you'd see on TV.

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  13. Ramana,

    Well thanks very much. I thought that you, of all people, would have appreciated my post....

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  14. Hi Mimi,

    That is really funny. In a dark sort of way. And even more funnier because of that. Talk about dying to get into someone's coat. Or "would you take my grave as quickly?"

    Good to see you here.

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  15. Hi Paul (Blackwatertown),
    Sounds like you got a good deal there!

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  16. Hi Kitty,

    You know, I've probably done that too....wrong glass I mean. LOL.

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  17. Oh, I loved this post- so funny!

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  18. Nice post, great blog, following :)

    Good Luck :)

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