Made to measure suit

Murphy had bought a made-to-measure suit. As he strode out of the tailor's shop, head high, proud as a peacock, he happened to bump into Cassidy.

'What do you think of the suit?' asked Murphy. 'It was made by Ryan, the finest tailor in Dublin.'

'It's nice,' said Cassidy. 'But don't you think the sleeves are a bit long?'

Back to the shop went Murphy and confronted Ryan about the sleeves.

'Well,' said Ryan, 'they are a touch long, but rather than mess up an otherwise perfect fit, why don't you just walk with your arms a little bent?'

Off went Murphy, light of step, arms bent a little, until he bumped into McShane.

'What do you think of the suit?' he asked. 'It was made by Ryan, the finest tailor in Dublin.'

'It's nice,' said McShane. 'But don't you think the legs are a little long?'

Back to the shop stormed Murphy, and challenged Ryan about the legs.

'Maybe they are a tad on the long side,' said Ryan. 'But rather than ruin an otherwise perfect fit, why don't you walk with your knees a little bent?'

Off set Murphy again, arms and knees bent a little and he chanced upon Casey.

'What do you think of the suit?' he asked. 'Made by Ryan, the finest tailor in Dublin.'

'It's nice,' said Casey. 'But the shoulders look a little large to me.'

Murphy broke into a run on his way back to the store, and snorted his annoyance about the shoulders.

'Look,' said Ryan, 'rather than ruin an otherwise perfect fit, why don't you just walk with your shoulders hunched forward?'

Once again Murphy set off, arms and knees bent and shoulders hunched forward. On his way he came upon a total stranger.

'What do you think of the suit?' he asked. 'Made by Ryan, the finest tailor in Dublin.'

'He'd have to be to fit a fellow your shape!' said the stranger.