It took years, but “you did it!”, man in the ankle-length, double-breasted black leather overcoat and leather skipper’s hat complete with golden anchor on the front.
I always said that the best wardrobe ever for whenever I quit my next job would be that of a colleague who wore a full tuxedo, white gloves, cane and all for his announcement and subsequent stroll out the door.
You, Captain Cowhide have at last done one better. I do hope that as I passed you on the sidewalk, you were heading for such a day with cap jauntily cocked and sunglasses perched on the bridge.
I could only nod at the time, but now I add “ahoy!”.