The Perfect Job

Both were finely cut suits. And both were perfect fits. Kevin was a bit undecided. The blue suit was a bit shiny. The black, was, well, black. A month ago, he could have never imagined this happy scenario. A problem of choice. Of suits, that too. He would have been happy if he found a clean shirt to wear. Kevin muttered a quick prayer of thanks to the bearded man upstairs. His current job has made a huge difference in his life. It’s true what they say about doors closing and opening. He wouldn’t have been where he is today if he hadn’t spilt Club Ibiza’s most expensive bubbly. On its favourite patron’s mistress. The club’s guitarist, Dan, was a special friend. He played a special number for Kevin after everybody left. It was a song called ‘The Impossible Dream’. He still remembered the lyrics.

And the world will be better for this
That one man scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To fight the unbeatable foe, to reach the unreachable star.

‘You are a good man, Kevin. Good things will happen to you.‘ Dan had said as he ended the song. How prophetic, Kevin thought, remembering those life-affirming moments.

Kevin had always admired the stylishly dressed crowd at the club. He often dreamt of wearing nice, smart clothes. How dreams come true. Now he could also plan a dashing entry at his cousin's wedding. And hopefully catch the attention of Patricia, his cousin’s best friend and bridesmaid. He just loved the way she carried herself on those high heels. He had a doubt though. She’s most likely an inch taller than him. Patricia had a disconcerting habit of looking through him. ‘Well, she never saw me in a suit before’ Kevin spoke aloud. Things are going to change. Fast. He made his choice. Black it is. His uncle, Ralph, had told him once - whenever in doubt, wear black. Uncle Ralph worked as an usher at a five star hotel. He could recognize class the moment it swung through the revolving doors. Class always managed to find an extra fiver or two for Uncle Ralph’s outstretched palm.

After flicking off an imaginary piece of lint Kevin squared his shoulders and examined himself critically in the mirror. He let out a slow smile as he pointed an index finger at the mirror and mouthed 'You da dude'. The new batch of clothes will be coming soon. The possibilities are endless. He just hoped the ones that catches his eye matches his size. Truly, who’d have thought the job of a cleaner at Sunshine Laundry & Dry Cleaners came with such unique perks.