Men’s Warehouse
February 18, 2007 – 10:39 pmA few weeks ago, Michele decided that I needed to stop looking “like I was headed to church” (her exact words) every morning when I left for work. She consulted with some of her colleagues at work, who I assume are better dressed than I am, and they referred us to Men’s Warehouse in Pensacola. I like looking sharp, so I had no objections about the whole affair. I admit it, I needed help.
Immediately upon arriving at Men’s Warehouse, I realized why she respected the opinions of the coworkers that sent us there: those guys must be well dressed. The clothes there are very sharp, and by “very sharp” I actually mean “ridiculously expensive”. I had no time to ponder this though because as soon as you walk in the door at Men’s Warehouse you’re greeted by a “personal wardrobe consultant”. This person will spend the rest of your shopping experience guiding you through what you need to buy. Not what you want to buy, but what you will be buying. Because you look like a slob.
My wardrobe consultant for this, my first time at Mens’ Warehouse, was Amye. That’s Amy with an E at the end. And let me tell you, Amye is good at this job. She kept picking stuff off the racks that I wouldn’t have touched if it were just me. The first few times I doubted her, but after trying on each item that she selected, I slowly became impressed with her ability. Eventually I stopped even trying. She’d hand me something and I’d just put it on and it would look great.
In the end I picked up four new sport coats, seven pairs of slacks, eight shirts, six pairs of socks, a pair of shoes and a new belt. Amye marked each pair of slacks for my height as I tried them on and I have to wait for them to be tailored and delivered.
Men’s Warehouse also offers one of those customer loyalty programs that everyone is into these days. You get your own member’s card and they swipe it each time you shop there. For every $500 you spend, you get a $50 gift card. I got three gift cards, so do the math. When the gift cards arrive in the mail I’m going to go back and pick up a long coat, probably this one.
After Men’s Warehouse, Michele and I drove all the way to Foley, Alabama to visit the Tanger Outlet Center, which is supposed to kick ass. Let me save you the drive: It doesn’t kick ass at all. We didn’t even buy anything there. There were only two stores there that they don’t have at the Silver Sands Outlets which is ten minutes from our house.
So, long story short: Tax return came. Men’s Warehouse 0wned me. Tax return went. Part of Michele’s too (Thank you honey).
