A young banker decided it was time to upgrade his wardrobe and get his very first tailor-made suit.
He went to the finest tailor in town, got measured, and a week later came back for his first fitting.
As soon as he slipped on the suit, he looked sharp — like a man ready to take on Wall Street. Standing in front of the mirror, he admired the perfect fit, the crisp lines, and the confidence it gave him.
But as he reached down to slide his hands into the pockets, he paused — there weren’t any!
Puzzled, he turned to the tailor and said, “Excuse me, but this suit doesn’t have any pockets.”
The tailor raised an eyebrow and replied, “Didn’t you tell me you were a banker?”
The young man nodded, “Yes, I did.”
The tailor smiled and said, “Well then, who’s ever heard of a banker with his hands in his own pockets?”
