We now call it "Men's Hellhouse."
If I go into every thing that they've done wrong, I'll pull all my hair out. We're four days away from the wedding and my groom still has no tux. My father and grandfather went in today to pick theirs up and they were the wrong sizes. The manager at the store in Northridge could not possibly care any less about our situation, and he's a lazy, lazy freak who doesn't like us now because we called Corporate to complain about the service we were getting from their store.
Everything from the moment we stepped in has gone wrong, but because we have a groomsman all the way out in Vermont, we thought it would be best if we went with a national chain so he could get fitted over there.
Never, ever, ever again. There's nothing they can do at this point to make it right. I will never purchase so much as a sock from this establishment, and I need to make sure everyone I ever meet knows we had a horrendous experience.
In the mean time, MY GROOM HAS NO FREAKIN' TUX!!!!!!!!
*breathe*
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