Shopping at warp speed

Having to supply myself with an entire New Wardrobe for my New Job, I decided to check out Men's Wearhouse because I figured they would have people there to select things for a fashion-dolt like me.

I was prepared to have to schlep out to the suburbs because, apparently, that's where most people live and where they buy things. I wasn't looking forward to figuring out which subway+commuter train+bus to take to get there so I hesitantly looked up the website to Men's Wearhouse and clicked on "store locater."

There was one four blocks from my apartment on the same street I live on. Who knew?

So, I go in there and tell the nice sales person my situation (that I needed a new wardrobe for work) and that I hadn't bought a new suit in about twenty years. I also said that I hadn't started my new job just yet, so things couldn't get completely out of hand, money wise.

Then I said, "Do me." (see previous post)

Two of them kicked into high gear and selected some really nice things. I got a new suit, a blazer, a jacket, a shirt, navy pants, black pants, a tie pin, got the clothing marked for alterations by a very effeminate elderly Asian man, paid, and was back home in less than an hour!

That's the way I like to shop.

Now all that's left to do before beginning my New Job is to go pee in a cup for a drug screen. Unless generic milk of magnesia is a prohibited substance, I should be good to go.