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| - I found a sweet deal of a sale on this black wool jacket that I couldn't pass up on. It is Arizona, and on the 3 days out of the year we can wear such a fashionable jacket - we should do so.
Much to my chagrin, the jackets sleeves were too long. No. I do not have short stubby little arms and a big thick fat neck. Stop staring at me. I'm a unique snowflake.
Anyway, so I took the jacket to Gemma's paid the 35 or 40 bucks to get the sleeves shortened (is this expensive? I don't know, I pay 20-30+ for my pants to get tailored elsewhere. Don't really care either. I'll pay well for good service.)
Was given a timeline of one week. Standard from what I have seen - and acceptable considering how busy the shop was with beautiful brides (when I say beautiful, I mean... wow. If I was a cartoon character, my jaw would have hit the floor and my eyes would have popped out. If either of my wives looked like these amazing ladies I might still be married. Maybe.)
The jacket was ready on time - but get this. I was not. I forgot to pick the stupid thing up. Up until I had to leave to go on a trip for work - and I needed the jacket THE NEXT DAY. Gemma actually stayed LATE for me to get my jacket. I called her at 10 minutes to close, and she stayed late for me to pick up my jacket because I, the idiot customer, was in a rush. I am sure this is the exception, not the rule, but still - customer for life.
Oh, and in case you are wondering - the first person who saw me in my jacket was my 2nd ex wife, and she insulted me - so I know I looked damned good and extra smoking hot in it. Jealousy is a bitch.
Thank you Gemma.
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