suit to kill
My dad needed a suit on account of certain people are getting married. After hitting the usual suspects on the main drag and finding a very promising suit at Moores, we hit the Big/Tall store in the south end of town just so we could say we’d done our due diligence. Also because that store is Starbuck’s-adjacent. My parents love that place now. It’s like I don’t even know them anymore.
The shop was staffed by a taciturn and unhelpful man who didn’t even bother to pull out a tape measure or help us reach the merchandise, and a teenaged boy wearing a black suit who loitered behind a cash register. After my dad tried on a few jackets and we began to doubt that the place had anything we were interested in, the teenager stepped out from behind the counter and I saw the red flag that meant we had to leave immediately.
Poor little apprentice suit seller had done up all three buttons on his jacket. We made haste toward the parking lot.
