Jar: The jam is not dead, contrary to popular belief, and in her sabbatical, she managed to come up with this pearler of a post enjoy!!
Jam: Picture it, 4 o clock jar and I enter a certain suit shop in village walk. Jar has seen a special on the net and decided that this needed some further investigation… the salesmen are on us like flies on a carcass. Quickly they estimate Jar’s size and select roughly 30 suits for us to look at more closely. Of course the average price of the suits is 3 grand a suit, but if you 3, they give them to you for a mere 2 grand each and throw in three shirts and three ties… these guys could sell ice to an Eskimo!
For the next while, jar tries on each jacket…then his mom phones.. three times… in the space of 5 minutes….on my cell phone…firstly I’m given a detailed list of Jar’s requirements…dark socks, black shoes, one or two suits… by the last call I simply handed the phone to Jar. After all it is jar’s mother, not mine! Then the revelation, Jar’s mother is coming to the shop!
By the time she arrives, we have narrowed it down to 6 suits. Then to narrow it down some more….. with 5 o clock rapidly approaching, and Jar still decidedly undecided. Jar decided that with two women and two salesmen he is out numbered and needs some time to decide on the suits. O joy, o rapture. This means I get to do this all over again….
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