Say Uncle

As usual, I’m in the middle of something when they come through.
Thursday, I was pressing a suit. Today, I was measuring Goldberg for a pair of pants. 38 waist, 30 inseam, dresses to the left, if you’re curious.
Hey, I don’t spend the whole day in here. But somebody has to be there to put up a good front, and I got picked. Maybe it’s because, in my other life, I really was a tailor.
But now, six hours a day, six days a week, I’m just the fucking doorman for the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement.