I write you today regarding the quality of the Classic Fit Solid Wool Trouser, and how it failed me.
I had originally bought these pants to replace a pair that were destroyed when my cat, Thunderpaws, decided to describe to me his disapproval of my wardrobe choices. Apparently, he doesn’t appreciate “power clashing”.
But Thunderpaws isn’t the point, you see, my friends, last week was my presentation for the big account. We’ve worked on this account for the entire year, graphing dynamic cashflow projections and strategic synergistic revenue opportunities, and reaching consensus about tactical committees. I wore my Classic Fit Solid Wool Trousers because I wanted to “Dress to Impress,” and they’re the best pants that I own. That classic fit, sitting slightly below the waist, but then straight through the thigh, and tailored through the leg is exactly what I would need.
All my other high quality pants were lost when my neighbor took them all off the clothesline in my backyard and threw them in the alley. By the time I noticed the garbage truck had driven over and soaked them with “trash juice”. Needless to say, they were ruined; no amount of organic dry cleaning or vinegar would ever clean them again (I only use vinegar because of chemicals).
The boss finished his introduction, explaining how our company vertically integrates optimized Six-Sigma solutions, when I feel a cold breeze run across my backside. Just as the Boss announces me, I reach down, and to my horror, find the buttock seam had ripped out of the Classic Fit Solid Wool Trouser. With cold sweat stinging my eyes, I keep my back to the wall and walk up to the front of the room, toward my waiting PowerPoint presentation. I click the remote, and the first slide “spins” into view, as if from infinity.
The first line flips into view, “Market Share Capitalization: $30m,” I read, “Market Segments” clicks onto the screen like a typewriter. The presentation is going well, I realize, the audience loves my side transitions and those “Lole Cats” really dress it up. Confidently, I conclude and walk back to take my seat.
Our client looks over to the Boss, “That was,” he starts, “Absolutely, the most,” he continues, “Unprofessional presentation I’ve ever seen! How could I give the Big Account over to a company that would do that!” I’m shocked, how could he think such a thing, but, of course, he must have seen my ripped buttock seam. How could I be so cavalier?
Well, the client ended up giving the big account to our rival company. It all worked out though, the Client turned out to deal in import smuggling, and the government put our rival out of business. But that doesn’t address the issue of my pants.
Poor quality fabric and shoddy workmanship has left me exposed for the last time, Banana Republic. Your Classic Fit Solid Wool Trouser has failed me, and left me less than satisfied.
Sincerely,
Michael Clemson