1/5 Brian N. 9 months ago on Google
I
had
an
absolutely
horrendous
experience
at
Men's
Warehouse
that
I
feel
compelled
to
share.
I
walked
into
the
store
with
the
intention
of
purchasing
a
suit,
but
I
left
feeling
utterly
frustrated
and
defeated.
The
salesman
who
"assisted"
me
was
an
embodiment
of
everything
you
wouldn't
want
in
a
salesperson.
From
the
moment
I
walked
in,
his
demeanor
was
colder
than
the
iceberg
that
sank
the
Titanic.
I
could
practically
feel
the
frost
emanating
from
him.
He
didn't
bother
introducing
himself
or
asking
about
my
preferences;
he
simply
began
throwing
jackets
at
me
as
if
they
were
old
rags.
It
was
evident
that
he
couldn't
care
less
about
helping
me
find
the
right
suit.
The
nightmare
didn't
end
there.
When
I
dared
to
point
out
that
the
jackets
he
kept
making
me
try
on
weren't
the
right
size,
he
brushed
off
my
concerns
with
all
the
enthusiasm
of
a
sloth
on
sedatives.
Instead
of
trying
to
understand
my
requirements,
he
persisted
in
shoving
ill-fitting
jackets
in
my
face,
each
one
worse
than
the
last.
It
was
like
he
was
on
a
mission
to
make
sure
I
left
with
the
worst
possible
impression
of
the
store.
But
wait,
it
gets
worse.
When
he
finally
decided
to
grace
me
with
his
presence
after
disappearing
for
what
felt
like
an
eternity,
he
embarked
on
a
frantic
scavenger
hunt
for
pants
that
matched
the
jackets
he'd
shoved
on
me.
It
was
like
watching
a
squirrel
on
caffeine,
darting
around
the
store,
looking
more
lost
than
I
was.
And
after
all
that
chaos,
what
did
I
get?
A
half-hearted
glance
at
the
computer
screen
followed
by
the
earth-shattering
revelation
that
they
didn't
have
pants
in
my
size.
Bravo,
sir,
for
your
astounding
detective
skills.
What
truly
boggles
my
mind
is
the
complete
lack
of
effort
he
put
into
salvaging
the
situation.
Did
he
even
consider
suggesting
other
suit
lines
that
might
have
suited
my
needs?
Apparently
not.
It
was
abundantly
clear
that
he
was
more
interested
in
clocking
out
than
assisting
a
paying
customer.
By
the
end
of
this
miserable
ordeal,
I
felt
like
a
second-class
citizen
in
my
own
skin.
The
salesman's
apathy
and
incompetence
had
managed
to
turn
a
simple
shopping
trip
into
an
emotional
rollercoaster
of
frustration
and
humiliation.
I
had
set
out
to
buy
a
suit,
but
I
left
Men's
Warehouse
with
my
self-esteem
in
tatters
and
no
suit
in
hand.
In
conclusion,
this
salesman's
performance
was
nothing
short
of
abysmal.
If
you're
hoping
for
a
shopping
experience
that
doesn't
involve
being
treated
like
a
fashion
pariah,
I
strongly
advise
you
to
steer
clear
of
Men's
Warehouse.
This
store
might
be
called
Men's
Warehouse,
but
my
experience
felt
more
like
being
left
out
in
the
cold.
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