“You know what you don’t see anymore, Judy? People wearing capes.”
“I beg your pardon?”
He shrugged, “Sure.” Scruntching his face and tilting his head to the side, he added “Sort of.”
“I imagine you see plenty of them at Comic Con and Cosplay events.” I snapped my fingers. “Oh, and at Halloween. Vampires are big on capes.”
He shook his head. “I’m talking mainstream. You know, a nice fur-lined opera cape, or a hunting cape.”
Before I could stop myself, I said, “They don’t seem practical for hunting. Buttoned coats and zippered jackets do a better job keeping out the cold.”
“They do, but they don’t have the style or the panache of a cape.” He waved his hand as if tossing an imaginary cape over his shoulder. I wondered if he was picturing a sword strapped to his hip.
“If you feel so strongly, why don’t you bring them back?”
“You mean have a cape made and wear it to work, or out to eat.”
“I’ll be the only one.”
“Have extra ones made, and gift them to friends. They will feel obligated to wear them and might find they like the style. And you never know who will see them and think, ‘that’s for me.’ You could start a trend.”
“That’s a great idea!” He patted my shoulder enthusiastically. “I’m going to do it.” He pulled out his cell and started typing.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but can’t you do that later?”
He held up a finger and continued typing with his other hand. “Just setting a reminder.”
“Doctor, can we get on with the exam?”
He looked at me, half-naked and supine with my feet up. “Oh, sorry.”
I really needed to find a new gynecologist.