A foreigner who was living in England wanted to have a coat made so he went to a tailor in
Savile Row, London. The tailor measured the man and told him to come back in two weeks. When he went back, the tailor told him that the coat wasn't ready. Come back in a week, he said. So a week later, the man went back to the tailor and asked, ‘ Have you finished my coat yet?’ Not yet, ‘ said the tailor. I’m still working on the sleeves. Come back next week. I’ll never get used to the English, said the man to himself. ‘They’re so slow.’
The following week, he went back again. The coat still wasn’t ready. The seams aren’t finished, said the tailor. ‘Come back next week. But the next week, the collar was the problem, then it was the hem and then the lining
Finally, the man lost his patience and said to the tailor, ‘God made the world in six days but you can’t make a coat in a few months.’ Yes.’ Said the tailor. But look at the state of the world.