When It All Goes Pear Shaped
Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 7:40 pm
I take the liberty of posting this missive in a private area of our online salon, since I have nothing nice to say, and Alden can delete the post without much fallout.
At the risk of being diagnosed with an Idee Fixe, I have smouldered all night with increasing rage at an incident that took place yesterday morning, when I and another of our brethren visited a London tailor whose infamy is now the stuff of folklore among Internet sartorial devotees. This credit to his ilk had my suit ready for its latest basted fitting (there have been a number of basted fittings; it never progresses) and I noted (among a host of other problems) that the trousers were very uncomfortable, binding at the seat and having pressure points in each leg. My own tentative comments were dismissed. The other member of our brethren noted the ill fit from an angle I couldn't see (there was no useful mirror handy) and was greeted with a curt "I'd like to 'ear wot sir 'as to say abaht it!"
It appears at this point that this will all end in tears and if I do receive the suit - which seems unlikely, that it quite simply will not fit. So I ask the following of all of you, who, with the wealth of experience of members of this forum, surely will have had similar experiences. Do I:
Give him chance after chance to rectify things? Dopey recently resolved a similar problem with Dege, but Dege are honorable men, who plainly were embarrassed at having issues with a longstanding customer. Our Villain, however, is quite a different animal who seems intent on taking money and foisting off a substandard product without anticipation of repeat business.
Get the basted suit from him and take it to one of the New York tailors to finish?
Tell him it's a kill and have American Express pursue him to get my money back?
Simply view the whole thing as a learning experience and enjoy the prospect of making niggling changes year after year without taking the suit or paying him for it?
Calm down and realize that if this is the worst thing that ever happens to me I'm damn lucky? Seriously, though, if there is some sort of protocol for dealing with a rogue tailor, I'd like to hear it.
Postscript: as the other member of our brethren and I were leaving, a young man and obvious first-time customer arrived with his girlfriend for his initial measuring. He was greeted warmly by our Huckster. I suppose anyone who brings a girlfriend with him to the tailor's deserves his grim fate, but I wonder whether we shirked our moral responsibility to tell him to run like hell?
Max
At the risk of being diagnosed with an Idee Fixe, I have smouldered all night with increasing rage at an incident that took place yesterday morning, when I and another of our brethren visited a London tailor whose infamy is now the stuff of folklore among Internet sartorial devotees. This credit to his ilk had my suit ready for its latest basted fitting (there have been a number of basted fittings; it never progresses) and I noted (among a host of other problems) that the trousers were very uncomfortable, binding at the seat and having pressure points in each leg. My own tentative comments were dismissed. The other member of our brethren noted the ill fit from an angle I couldn't see (there was no useful mirror handy) and was greeted with a curt "I'd like to 'ear wot sir 'as to say abaht it!"
It appears at this point that this will all end in tears and if I do receive the suit - which seems unlikely, that it quite simply will not fit. So I ask the following of all of you, who, with the wealth of experience of members of this forum, surely will have had similar experiences. Do I:
Give him chance after chance to rectify things? Dopey recently resolved a similar problem with Dege, but Dege are honorable men, who plainly were embarrassed at having issues with a longstanding customer. Our Villain, however, is quite a different animal who seems intent on taking money and foisting off a substandard product without anticipation of repeat business.
Get the basted suit from him and take it to one of the New York tailors to finish?
Tell him it's a kill and have American Express pursue him to get my money back?
Simply view the whole thing as a learning experience and enjoy the prospect of making niggling changes year after year without taking the suit or paying him for it?
Calm down and realize that if this is the worst thing that ever happens to me I'm damn lucky? Seriously, though, if there is some sort of protocol for dealing with a rogue tailor, I'd like to hear it.
Postscript: as the other member of our brethren and I were leaving, a young man and obvious first-time customer arrived with his girlfriend for his initial measuring. He was greeted warmly by our Huckster. I suppose anyone who brings a girlfriend with him to the tailor's deserves his grim fate, but I wonder whether we shirked our moral responsibility to tell him to run like hell?
Max