Tales of a Dress

"But I swear I never wore it"

"I swear I never did"

The woman stared back at me,

though I knew it was all a fib.

I remember when she called,

I remember when she came

"I need your advice;

I have a special event and just anything will not suffice"

Through the racks we had journeyed

Countless dresses we had tried:

every color every shape, could I help it if her hips were a bit too wide?

At last one was perfect

It had fit like a glove

Its long train trailed behind as she walked.

As graceful as a dove

She left my sight happy,

she left my sight pleased.

For there's no better feeling than knowing:

everyone's attention your dress will seize.

And now here she is two weeks later,

telling me she changed her mind;

making excuses of how it didn't fit

Something about its zipper not able to bind

I wish she would stop,

put her story at a halt.

Now she's looking back at me

as though it were all my fault.

She went to her party,

she had looked like a queen.

Everyone loved what she was wearing,

and she just loved being seen.

But now the music has stopped

and everybody went home.

That's when she finally realized:

the dress she could not afford.

"I want my money back" she continued,

"The dress was just wrong"

like white after Labor Day,

or a bad break-up song.

I gave her the refund,

that's all I can do.

The customer is always right they tell me,

even if they call a yellow cab blue.

Just another day in the office.

A client I add to my black list.

Now please, how can I help you?

I would just love to assist!