Seamstress Shaming

It’s been more than a week but I’m still getting over being shamed by the Russian seamstress. See, I don’t sew. At. All. Not even buttons on shirts. Oh, I know how, but I just don’t . It’s kind of a thing with me. (Long story short: too many hours with my mom in fabric shops as a child). Anyhow, my favorite sweater developed a gaping hole. I took it to my neighborhood alterations place and the seamstress said. “This it? This is all? Just this?” I nodded. “I uh, don’t, sew.” “You sit. I fix,” she said and pointed me toward a chair. I sat. Less than 2 minutes later she said. “Is done.” “How much do I owe you?” She shook her head, incredulously. “For this? This is nothing. You go. Is fixed.” I left a $5 bill on the counter and slunk out, shamed by the Russian seamstress/Cindy, via Facebook.