I had no idea getting fitted for a tux could be such a pleasurable experience. While my encounter wasn't with an Eastern European woman, the patting, poking, and all around manhandling left me feeling quite flushed. I do have to say, however, I was disappointed that the store representative wasn't more obliging with the simple requests I made, directives such as, "move a little lower," "measure more vigorously," "don't stop, don't stop, don't stop..." You know, the standard things. Ah well, perhaps I can expect more cooperative customer service in my second fitting. One can only hope.
| November 13, 2005 06:28pm | 
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