Men’s Wearhouse and Tux

Hey so I have some very good things to say about this particular Men’s Wearhouse. mark

There is a guy who works at the Men’s Wearhouse in Merrillville, IN named Mark Pryor or Marc Pryor. Yeah, Mark Pryor or Marc Pryor, just like that guy who used to be on the Cubs. This Mark Pryor or Mark Pryor is not a dopey baseball player, but he IS an ALL-​STAR in his own right. A CUSTOMER SERVICE ALL-​STAR.
I snapped a dress shoe lace on my way to an important meeting. I saw the Men’s Wearhouse and remembered all those promises George Zimmer made about how they’re great about customer service is, and how he is no relation to George Zimmerman. I wanted to put his claims to the test.
I ran into the store and was greeted by Mark Pryor or Marc Pryor. Mr. Pryor looked down at my shoe and just shook his head. He placed his arm around me and walked me out of the sightline of the passenger of my vehicle who was watching all of this while listening to Rosanna by Toto, curtsey of my iTunes. To him, this interaction must have looked like something out of a 80’s television show. Cue Danny Tanner.
Mr. Pryor took me to the back of the store and handed me a handful of black dress shoe laces and some plastic collar extenders for my dress shirt. It must have been obvious I was just trying to make this shirt happen at least on more time, even though it was allowing my brain only a fraction of the oxygen it requires to function.
Mr. Prior walked me right passed the register, to the front door of the store. NO CHARGE. Sorry it took me so long Mark, or Marc, but better late then never right?

They almost ruined my wedding by delaying my alterations up to the morning of my wedding day. Typical bad management.