Cloth, Money, and the Infrequent XL
Today marked the first four hours of my servitude to haberdashery, Abercrombie and Fitch.
As a long time adversary of the firm, I must now alter my view of this pseudo-elitist, historically racially-selective haven for both mim and bim bos alike.
I literally stood in front of a picture of male nipples at the entrance to the store for four hours, told attractive women to consider purchasing scant shorts, did the occasional fold and in return, they gave me money.
Not bad.
Sincerely,
Dave
Haberdasher Extraordinaire
