Gentlemen Prefer
Bikinis
by Paul Finnigan
An old-fashioned
neon sign swayed in the breeze above the entrance
of Burt's Men's Wear. Johnny Corbay, the lone
sales clerk stood amongst several racks of
business suits and coordinates while using a
brush to remove lint from a navy blazer. Suddenly
a shabby looking man entered the store. The
customer looked around the room for a moment then
glared at Johnny.
"Where
the hell's the underwear?"
Johnny promptly escorted the customer to the
appropriate aisle.
"Right this way sir. Do you have a
preference? We carry several different styles.
Bikinis, boxers, briefs."
"Briefs! barked the customer.
Johnny smiled politely.
"We also have a good selection of
colours, sir. Red, green, royal blue."
Abruptly the customer snatched a pair off the
shelf.
"White," he uttered with a snarl.
"I prefer to colour them myself."
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