Once a fellow ordered a new suit from a tailor who had been highly recommended. Considerable time passed, however, and the suit was yet to appear.
In rather a passion, the fellow steps into the tailor's shop to have it out. He confronts the tailor, a wizened little man with a heavy old world accent and distinctly irascible disposition.
Said he, "See here, you promised to let me have the suit in two weeks, and four weeks have already passed."
"I'm working. I'm working," said the tailor. "The suit is hanging right there. It's almost finished."
"Almost finished? But why does it take you so long? The good Lord make the whole world in only six days."
The tailor put down his needle, stood up, and said, "Come here, mister. I want you should feel the material on this suit I am making for you. Okay? Now, I want you should come to the window and take a look at this phooey world."