…when your tailor buys you a snickers bar!!
(“he felt the establishment owed him a snickers bar” what movie? anyone? anyone?)
i bought some new jeans recently. for some reason, and i cannot for the life of me figure out why, none of my jeans were fitting. a closet full of 18 pairs…and not one that fits.
so, new jeans it was. but i didn’t want to spend a lot of money. someone tipped me off to a $39.99 sale at the gap. now, granted, i haven’t been in a gap that had sizes over 6x in at least 2 years….but $39.99 was a price i could live with. and so, i came out with some jeans that, of course, my 5 foot 1 1/2 inch body needed shortened. badly.
so, off to my best friend at Clubb 10 tailors. seriously, i love him. and his entire family. they are so nice. they are cheap. they can do an original jean hem like no one’s business (seriously, you can’t even tell that they’ve been shortened). and they are quick. what more could you ask for in a tailor?
oh, and yesterday, he gave me a snickers. just like that. he had sent his niece to get him some chocolate and told her to get one for me.
now that’s some good customer service.
**actually, i’m so bummed that i’m not there right now. that i didn’t get to road trip it with miss vodkarella and solo mom. that i didn’t get to room with karen and sarah and jenn. i won’t even start with the linky love of all the people i was hoping to lick meet….the list is ridiculous.
i am, however, getting a pretty good consolation prize. a guest posting gig over at Izzy‘s tomorrow. so, i guess if i can’t violate her in person, i may as well enjoy violating her site. so, come on over and see me there tomorrow and say hi!
oh, and PS…my kids are friggin cute:
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