Fabric

Store clerks want to wait on customers. I ventured into a fabric store with the intention of buying material to sew a summer dress back in the States. A perfectly gracious man, who spoke English, placed bolt after bolt of fabric on the counter from his neatly-wrapped and carefully-stacked columns and rows of fabric. I selected a cotton voile print. He measured my hips and determined that ' 1 meter 4' would be enough. "Quanto costa questa?" "50 Euros, but for you, 40 Euros.: (about $60!) Ooops! I thanked him for his help and tried to make a graceful exit.