And by searching for deals, I mean having my mom search for deals.
She found a nice deal at a certain store here in Peoria, and I didn't really want to go see what they had because I remembered that they had some lecherous creep that worked there who sold me a suit the last time I was in the market. He was an older gentleman, and his personal grooming suggested that he wished he was still a hippie in the 60's. Somewhat scraggly beard, with his gray hair in a ponytail. I don't remember exactly what he said, but I remember that I didn't like how he treated my mom, who was shopping with me. I remember him openly hitting on her, and then he thoroughly embarrassed both of us by teaching us a profane way to remember how to tie a tie. Fortunately, his method has left my mind.
When he was finally done thoroughly offending us, I was relieved to get out of there.
I approached this suit experience with the worry in the back of my mind that this same guy would be there. As it turns out, I was right to worry. I saw the ponytail sauntering up and down the aisles, and it really took a conscious effort to avoid eye contact with him. I kept looking for suits, and I actually found one I liked. In an effort to avoid this guy, my mom and I took the suit to another guy in the area to ask a question we had. This is what the conversation went like.
Me- "Hey, I think this will have to be altered to fit me, what does it cost here?"
Other Salesman-
So the ponytail came, and helped us again. I don't think he remembered us, but I remembered him, and I kept my eye on him like a hawk. He got us through the process withou
Oh yeah, I got this suit for about 90 dollars, with a little extra for alterations.
Dad didn't want to pose with me, but I forced him to.
3 comments:
Hey, nice suit! But I already told you that.
Yeah, you told me that color looks good on me.
you are so funny. i love this story. its so you.
oh and sweet suit, great deal.
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