Here comes the judge…. a successful trip to Men’s Warehouse

More of everything is always better, and incredulous family moments are no exception. Monday evening Chuck, Nicholas and I were enjoying a lovely grilled chicken and smoky corn salsa dinner (tasty morsels and recipe to follow) as we chit-chatted about the upcoming week. Not too terribly nerdy….our Nick is the Vice President of the Law Club at the Be All and End All Academy where he is a junior in High School. This kid can argue like nobodies business. It doesn’t matter whether he is right or wrong; the lips just keep on smacking! Their club has been preparing for a State Mock Trial Competition, which is very cool. With as much time as our family spends in sweaty gymnasiums and smelly ice rinks, it is always encouraging when they do something with their brains, rather than their brawn (believe me when I tell you the last place you want to be is in our house when Nick calls out, “mirror…now.” This is the completely unpredictable smack down moment when Nick calls Amanda in to the bathroom to compare muscles. As a gymnast she totally wins, hands down, on abdominals, but his arms are pretty good).

Slick Nick (my rapper name for my son, because everyone needs a rapper name….I would be known as Grand Master Shopper) just so happens to casually mention that this Friday he needs to wear “court room attire” for the mock trial.  Seriously, this kid’s idea of dressing up is wearing an Alexander Ovechkin t-shirt (#8 hockey sensation on the Washington Capitols), and sweat pants, with a pair of basketball shorts underneath, just in case he gets hot and needs to take off his pants (?). When we ask him just where we are supposed to acquire “court room attire” on such short notice, he responds by asking why we can’t just borrow a suit from someone? Who? The suit fairy? We are now in unchartered territory……a trip to….Men’s Warehouse (a very nice store that carries clothing that can be considered “court room attire.”). We determine that Nick has a very nice looking pair of black, square toed, dress shoes that he has worn exactly once for Christmas, so he should get a suit that works nicely with black. Really, what 17 year old boy requires more than that? Now if this were our daughter, we would undoubtedly have a number of suitable options on hand… at the age of 14 we are in the market for three, count ‘em, three dresses for the spring season, specifically for: Confirmation, May Crowning, and Graduation…Heaven forbid we wear an outfit more than once, even if for one of the occasions the dress will be concealed underneath an 8th grade graduation gown. Oh well…such is life.

I have never had the pleasure of an outing to the Men’s Warehouse, and let me tell you, it was a lovely experience. There were several sales associates. We were in the door all of two minutes when we were asked if we needed some assistance. I am crazy about good customer service. We explained what we were looking for, and before I could even suggest a charcoal grey suit, the salesman was pulling one off the rack. I am all about anticipating the need and he did it. I love that! More than anything I was super psyched when they were agreeable to having the alterations completed in 48 hours. I love this place! Where else can you go for $236.00 worth of fantastic customer service and appropriate court room attire? It was worth every penny. Now I only hope that the trial is as successful as the suit……..



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2 responses to “Here comes the judge…. a successful trip to Men’s Warehouse

  1. judy power

    gotta love that nick of yours……good thing he didn’t wait until the night before! love, love, love, the blog and you…..I really feel like you are sitting with me and telling this story over our very favorite bottle (or 2) of wine.

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