Going to the dentist is a lot like going to the “uniform center.” If you’ve ever had to go to both you know what I’m talking about.
A few weeks ago, I made a trip to the uniform center with little hope of anything being done right or them having things in stock. As usual, I was told “We have to order the pants.”
Of course, they didn’t have them in stock. Why would they be there now? I once waited six months for them to call me about back ordered pants.
Luckily, they had the shirts and I was told they’d be done in a little less than two weeks. You’d think two weeks would be enough, right?
Probably not. The guys storming the beaches of Normandy on D-Day had a better chance.
Last Wednesday I went to pick up my shirts and was told, “They’re not done. They’re really backed up. Can you come back tomorrow?”
On Thursday, I returned and was told, “She forgot to do them.”
I said, “I bet she would remember to do things if you forgot to pay her.”
“Can you wait? I’ll have her do them now.”
A little while later, I was amazed how like this could be done in less time than it takes to hard boil an egg. They fit fine, but the seamstress forgot to move a button on all three shirts.
I was told, “She left already. Can you come back tomorrow?”
So, I went back yesterday and guess what happened? The seamstress didn’t lower the button one inch like I asked. She added an extra button instead. An extra button!
I told the sales person, “There’s an extra button on all three shirts. They were supposed to lower the button one inch.”
The salesperson asked, “Can you come back tomorrow?”
We used to go to another “uniform center” and it was the same problem. It almost makes me think the new uniform place hired the seamstress and tailor from the old place.
You can’t make this stuff up. The nonsense of the streets is almost like the nonsense of getting uniforms done right.