That explains the popularity of a certain
board game.
I have a feeling there will be a lot of unprintable Honorable Mentions for this one.
Okay, to get everyone's mind out of the gutter--or the topiaries, as the case may be:
.....Of course he knew — no man better — that he hadn’t a ghost of a chance, he hadn’t an earthly. Even if he did find an undamaged bolt of nainsook somewhere in the ruined warehouse, he'd never find it in time to complete six shirts for Beau Brummell by Tuesday. His dream commission, the commission that would have made his career, had gone poof in the explosion of the treacle refinery next door.
.....And yet he couldn't give up. He'd now been shifting the rubble for hours. The ambitious young tailor blew at his forelock in frustration, then continued to pick through the sticky wreckage in hopes of uncovering something still clean and white. Something lightweight and sheer. Something crisper than voile, yet not so crisp as organdy. And Reginald came slowly across the lawn.