For many years, when I was working full-time, I always went on a shopping spree for new clothing twice a year. Dillard's Department Store always had an incredible sale in August and in January when they would mark clothing down to 65% off. Sometimes you could also take an additional 10% off on top of that.
Since my route home from work when I was working in Round Rock, took me past Barton Creek Mall, I would stop on my way home and do a quick inventory of what was on sale. If it was priced just right, I'd figuratively load up. If it wasn't, I would wait and stop back by in another several days.
Because I shopped like there was "no tomorrow" when things were on sale, I eventually became friends with one of the salespersons in the men's department. He would text me or call me on telephone when, in his opinion, it was time for me to come in. He rationalized that if I was getting the kind of discount that was being offered, there was no excuse for me not to purchase the most expensive clothing the store. I trusted him and always took his advice.
The salesperson always called me "Mr. Forrester," even though I asked to be called by my first name. He insisted that "Mr. Forrester" was a more respectful term. Sometimes
I would stop by the store after he had telephoned, and he'd suggest for me to "wait a week" and I'd get a better price. He was someone I respected and trusted.
At some point, the salesperson opted to leave the clothing industry to sale cars. It was a disappointing day for me when he notified me that he was leaving Dillard's. He ensured me a good deal, if I needed to purchase a new Dodge truck. I have lots of friends who drive Dodge trucks, but I'm a loyal Ford fan and have never bought a Dodge truck.
Okay, so that's not true. Thirty years ago, or more, I purchased a very small used Dodge truck from a neighbor. He then went to buy a new truck and realized he made a mistake. He then asked me if he could buy his old truck back? Of course, I said yes. He gave me back my check back and I returned his keys.
Okay, so I'm chasing rabbits. I went to Dillard's on Thursday to take advantage of their January sale. It reminded me of a ghost town. Salesclerks are few and far between. I honestly don't know how the mall stays in business. Among other things, I needed new slacks, that would need to be altered for the length. I also needed a coupe of new dress shirts. I prefer buttons on the collar. Apparently, that look is no longer in style. I only found one shirt with buttons.
I picked out what I wanted and couldn't find anyone in the men's department. I inquired of another salesperson, and he told me the guy in the suit department had gone to lunch. There was no one else that could help me because I need alterations. Consequently, I would need to wait.
During the interim, the General found several causal shirts she thought I needed. They weren't exactly dirt cheap, but 65% off is hard to beat. Consequently, I spent my allowance for several months. The two bags of clothing are still in my closet floor unopened. I need to get rid of something to have room in my closet for the new stuff. That is a task for another day.
All My Best!
Don
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