About a month and a half ago, back when I was gainfully employed, my female boss had a suit made up.
From scratch. (Or however you say "not off the rack.")
I'm pretty sure the cost was somewhere in the neighborhood of astronomical.
She apparently gave my name to the tailor as someone that might be interested in buying made-to-fit clothing.
The poor bastard called me yesterday, trying to sell me a clothing package.
First we ran through where I like to shop (Ann Taylor). Then, we discussed my clothing challenges (long legs, monkey arms, and big thighs). Then, he went in for the sell.
"We'll be glad to send someone by your office to take some measurements and discuss options with you."
"Well, [boss], who gave you my name, just laid me off, so, first, no office, and second, my need for professional clothing has plummeted along with my ability to spend extra money on clothes."
"Well, this is awkward."
I laughed and we said our goodbyes, him promising to call me in a couple of months when, hopefully, I've got a new job and will be able to use his services.