Sharp Suits & the Federer Express

An alternative title to this post may have been 'Suit you Sir' but I opted for the above as it tied my two trains of thought together.

I wore my suit to work today. This is something I should probably do more often but my unwillingness to splash out on several new suits means that the one I have has to be worn on stategic occasions. Today was one such occasion.

As I was to meet with one of our larger clients I thought I would put a bit of effort in and wear my newest shirt and tie combo along with my trousers and jacket. Incidentally, the meeting went well!

My suit remained on until I got home tonight. That wasn't before I had to do a spot of grocery shopping in Tesco. When paying for the goods the girl serving me looked at me, then presumably taking note of the suit sat up straight, put on an extra wide smile and seemed to make a point of enthusiastically greeting me at the till. She also followed the till procedure to the letter. Referring to me as 'Sir' she helped pack my food and ensured I had my Clubcard before gushing a good bye before I left. I almost looked back half expecting a scene like the end of the Beverly Hill Billies were they stand at the doorway and wave continuously while the credits roll.

So did she treat me differently because I had suit? Did she think that I was a mystery shopper or a senior Tesco employee? Before any Tesco executives grow concerned I should say that the service in Tesco is usually of a very high standard (sometimes it is awful too though!) but this time I got a definite sense that she looked at me, did a quick calculation and then decided to be particularly thorough with her till routine.

Maybe it is the image of the thing. Does the wearing of a suit automatically attract different people and/or cause others to behave differently towards you?

Which leads me to Roger Federer. Although I liked Raphael Nadal and thought he played a blinder in yesterdays Wimbledon final I was glad to see Federer win. I was pleased he equalled Borg's record and to do so in such a thrilling encounter with his closest rival.

But what was the deal with that white suit?

I mean, he stepped into Centre Court looking like a cross between a James Bond movie and a Martini advert - not like a serious sportsman. I guess it could have been a tactic to cause the young Nadal to teeter. The poor guy probably spent most of the first set stifling a snigger! But that couldn't be the reason because he then put it on at the end of the match - over he five set scented body. It as a case of sublime tennis to rediculous dress sense.

Anyway, who am I to criticise the five time Wimbledon Champion. Someone who plays like that gets to wear what he likes I suppose.

Me, I'm just stuck with the same old suit and can only hope that someone thinks I have done something good enough to warrent the wearing of it!