It makes no sense. I buy my shirts at Singer’s Big & Tall shop at Loreto Plaza. I’m not remotely big. Even less am I remotely tall. I happen to like shirts with longer tails. A little more drape, you might say. But it’s really the couple who runs the place. I don’t know their names. They don’t know mine. They don’t over air-condition the store, and they don’t blare bad music at their customers. They just treat you right. For the most part, they leave you alone. But when they help, they really help. An older man living in the Garden Court apartments downtown called recently to say he couldn’t get there. So they packed up four pairs of shoes and drove them to Garden Court so he could try them on.
A clothing store making house calls?
Maybe that’s what you have to do now to stay alive in the age of the internet. Or maybe that’s just how they roll at Big & Tall.