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I am repeatedly offended by the lack of customer service in this city. I even tried more affluent shops for men who have inconvenienced me to such an extent that there are no real and viable options left in this city. This city seriously needs an injection of professional customer service in the men’s clothing and attire industry. Shame on those who over promise and consistently under deliver, especially those who claim exclusivity. Very low rate! —A Man in Need of decent shoes in his size
This article appears in Nov 12-18, 2015.
Solidarité.
Ah, OB must be one of those people who thinks that by being a customer in a shop he suddenly becomes royalty for a short while. “I’m a paying customer, I pay your salary, give me immediate attention and be nice to me no matter how much of an asshole I am to you!” You are the fucking worst sorts of people.
Example: I recently dropped 1000.00 at a certain furniture store on two separate items. On top of the 1000.00 was another 100 for delivery. The website promised delivery by Nov. 17th but then a representative from the place called and said no go on the 17th for one of the items but I could still have the other on the set date. The catch: another 100.00 delivery charge. Did I whine and stomp my feet? No. I politely asked what my options were, inquired about a refund but then decided on a different item they had in stock and paid the difference.
TL;DR = being a fancy pants shopping for dress shoes doesn’t in entitle you to be a jerk toward the staff.
Hahahahahaha!!! This b*tch is hilarious! Retail stores don’t employ knowledgeable salespeople because they would cost too much. So much better that the employees earn minimum wage to plump up that bottom profit line. You may get a few complaints but nothing more. Why on earth would you expect good service from someone who the retailer places so little value on? No, good sir, and there’s no Texaco ‘Clean Your Windshield?’ ‘Check Your Oil?’ ‘Fillerup?’ boys left either.
I was out shopping for menswear the past week as well. I found the staff very helpful. Why, they were almost fighting over who would serve me. And they all offered me at least a 50% discount. And, to top it all off, when I was trying on shoes the staff person commented on how nice it was to serve someone with such delightfully fragrant feet!
I kid you not!
I would be happy to fit you with some underwear OB! What shoe size again…?
Ah, shoes! Fickle I love shoes… and shirts. If I only had shoes and shirts in my closet (the door is open), it would be like home!
Goddamn auto correct!
*Fuck I…
Do what I do. Look shifty, like you’re ready to steal something. That’ll get their attention.
Just kidding. I just steal it. (sarcasm)
Ghost Jesus. By the way. What are you doing with a closet of shirts and shoes? Shouldn’t it be filled with Holy drapes and sandals? Nails are in the junk drawer.