“And it came to pass that a man who sold shirts was smitten by hard times. Neither did any of his merchandise move nor did he prosper. And he prayed and said, “Lord, why has thou left me to suffer thus? All mine enemies sell their goods except I. And it’s the height of the season. My shirts are good shirts. Take a look at this rayon. I got button downs, flare collars, nothing sells. Yet I have kept thy commandments. Why can I not earn a living when mine younger brother cleans up in children’s ready-to-wear?”
“And the Lord heard the man and said, “About the shirts…”
“Yes, Lord,” the man said, falling to his knees.
“Put an alligator over the pocket.”
“Pardon me, Lord?”
“Just do what I’m telling you. You won’t be sorry.” -Woody Allen
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