A young banker had just received his first big promotion and decided it was finally time to dress the part.

He wanted to look successful, polished, and important, so he went to the most expensive tailor in town and ordered his very first custom-made suit.

The tailor took every measurement carefully: shoulders, chest, waist, sleeves, inseam, everything. The banker chose a fine dark fabric, a stylish lining, and buttons that made the suit look even more expensive than it already was.

A week later, he returned for the fitting.

The moment he put it on, he was impressed. The suit fit perfectly. The jacket sat beautifully on his shoulders, the trousers were sharp, and in the mirror he looked like someone who belonged in a luxury office on the top floor.

He smiled proudly and turned from side to side.

Then, out of habit, he tried to slip his hands into the pockets.

But there were no pockets.

Confused, he checked the jacket, then the trousers, then looked at the tailor.

“Excuse me,” he said, “but this suit doesn’t have any pockets.”

The tailor calmly raised an eyebrow.

“Didn’t you tell me you were a banker?”

“Yes,” the young man replied.

The tailor smiled and said,

“Well then, who’s ever heard of a banker with his hands in his own pockets?”