alterations

It is funny how these things happen. I obsess momentarily about whether or not to buy pretzel bread at Kowalski's- a soft pretzel in the form of a demibaguette. I skirt the corner of my favorite coffee shop in order to finish chewing my pretzel bread before entering. I often enter this coffee shop while chewing and have no desire to be that girl who always walks in chewing something. The momentary detour brings me face to face with a sandwich board advertising the adjacent alterations boutique. I swallow, enter the boutique, and offer my free services. Without pause, the owner sizes me up and tells me to show up next Thursday at 11AM.