Mr. Kim, as we lovingly call him, makes for an adorable one-man show and a lifesaving garment miracle-worker. In fact, with his cute yellow apron and his heavily accented English, he's like the Asian Gepetto, except his stock in trade is pants and the like, not puppets. Speaking of pants, we know someone who loyally brought in a pair of her boyfriend's trousers after he had, in one of his usual drunken escapades, torn the ass seam from waistline to crotch. Mr. Kim accepted them with only the teeniest giggle and made the evidence of that shameful evening disappear without a trace. We always turn to him when our clothes are in a stitch.