Watch Your Step

On a beautiful spring day I strolled up from Penn Station to Mr. Cardin's showroom on 5th Avenue near the park, for the first face-to-face meeting with Mr. Cardin's lawyer, with the goal of working to resolve two lawsuits.

I didn't watch my step, and inadvertently walked into some equine effluent. I stopped at a newsstand and bought several kleenex packs, which cleared a lot of the residue. There was no time for me to buy new shoes, and with my size 16 feet nowhere to go!

I strolled onto the showroom balcony, and sprayed half a bottle of Pierre Cardin Bleu Marine perfume on and about my shoe. Mr. Cardin's lawyer kept sniffing, and asked what the smell was: mum was the word! We got on like a house on fire, and later became friends and as thick as thieves.