Dear memoirs, walking through the office last Friday between avoiding work down in the samples cage and avoiding work at my desk I was beckoned over by a young female buyer “What size waist are you?” odd I thought, interesting opening to any conversation. I mused for perhaps for only a second and responded “About a 30” she looked oddly satisfied then slapped a belt into my hand a commanded me to put it on, not to upset the young Miss I obliged and began to remove my own belt, her eyes transfixed on my waist line. I thought in any other situation and I could be labelled quite the Cad, but this, was of course, only business. With the belt on and fitting perfectly the young lady asked me what size belt I usually take, “Ermm I’m not really sure, probably a Medium” she looked at me like I was a fool, and I was because the belt I was wearing was a Small, a Medium would have dwarfed me. I removed the belt and retreated to my desk feeling humbled.