Non-union sewing job
(And then I think he saw my blog a couple weeks ago).
It was precisely the kind of job I knew that if I put off, would slide into my scary document- (and object-) devouring desktop pile, never to be seen until June. Recklessly I grabbed the scissors, and started to cut.
The route I was taking was going to sever the (nice long) zipper, so I put on the brakes, and “patiently” undertook a patch job under the armpit.
And re-began. A bit more carefully, until I had two halves.
It was a very lopsided cut; it looked like a graph of the global economy, but fixed that by chopping some of the the supply side off.
Maybe no one would notice an uneven hem.