"You have long arms," the Singapore tailor said to me. "Very long arms. You like a monkey. Ooo ooo ooo." He made monkey noises. "Normal people your height, normal people arms stop here." He indicates my wrists. "But you monkey girl with monkey arms."
Believe it or not, I'm paying this man to make some clothes for me. Do we want to take bets on whether or not I'm going to end up in a furry brown suit holding a banana?