A triple take, up in the air between Philadelphia and Miami.
Ben Stein, eat your heart out. Even you cannot top this tale of life on the road, taking a breath of fresh midair.
Coming off a lecture in New York City and heading back to Miami, I did a brief commuter leg from LaGuardia to Philly before connecting to my Florida flight. The young lady seated next to me was pleasant from the outset and I was happy to be spared from one of those tense rides alongside someone with a hostile aura. She mentioned early that she traveled frequently on business because she was a specialty seamstress whose customers liked to be fitted personally.
“What kind of clothes,” I asked.
“Outfits for triplets,” came the response.
“Wow,” I said. “That sounds like such a clever niche idea. There have to be quite a few people around the country in that position, hard to find just the right look in multiple versions.”
“Oh, yes. Very often if I get it just right, the way they want it, they’ll order one in green and one in pink and one in purple, that kind of thing.”
“Amazing. Seems to me I should know at least one person who could benefit from that but for the life of me I can’t remember who just now. It will come back to me. So, why don’t you sell them in stores?”
“Nah. The stores hassle you to make a lot at a time and then they’ll pay you a fraction for wholesale of what I can get by retail. And as for the specialty orders, you would not believe how many stores have in-house seamstresses who are ready to fill those orders. But I make a nice living this way, flying around, meeting my customers face to face, fitting them just right. People appreciate that, tell their friends.”
“Is that what you always wanted to do? Is sewing something that brings out your creativity?”
“Well, yeah, I’m plenty creative and it is definitely a talent. You understand they like colors which stand out and shiny material, there’s a lot that goes into it. I work hard to get it just right, and I think I do a good job, but that is not what I started out doing. I was trained as a singer but somehow I have not yet managed to turn that into a full career.”
“Darn, why can’t I remember which friend of mine is in that position. What is your name by the way?”
“M-I-K-A? Like Mika Brzezinski?”
“Who is that?”
“Oh, she was a newswoman on CBS, worked with Dan Rather back in the day. Now she is a sidekick to Joe Scarborough on a cable show about politics called Morning Joe. Her father is Zbigniew Brzezinski who used to be National Security Adviser under President Carter.”
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