They Lost The Suit But Their Attitude Didn’t Follow Suit
I live in a large city on the west coast of the US. My cousin was getting married in a large city on the east coast. It was a beach wedding, so I decided to buy a beige suit for the occasion. My partner and I decided to go a week early, rent a car, and see some sights.
On a whim, I decided to mail that new suit to cleaners near the wedding venue so that it would be freshly cleaned and pressed and not look like it had been in my suitcase for a week. I mailed it, insured, with a signature receipt, and it arrived just fine. When I got the confirmation, I called, the cleaners confirmed they had it, and I gave them my credit card information.
We went on our trip, and the Saturday before the Sunday wedding, I went to the cleaners to get the suit.
The woman working was a little nervous.
Employee: “I’m sorry, we can’t find your suit. We will have to have a manager come to look for it. We’ll call you on Monday.”
Me: *Shocked but polite* “I’m sorry, that won’t work. The wedding is tomorrow.”
Employee “I will inform my manager. She will check our other location, and we will call you in an hour.”
Forty-five minutes later, I got a call.
Manager: “We are uncertain how it happened, but we cannot find your suit anywhere in our system. We are very sorry for this.”
I was in absolute shock; my mouth was just flapping like a landed fish. I could feel myself getting angry, but I didn’t say anything yet.
Manager: “If I can ask, how much did the suit cost?”
Me: “I don’t recall exactly, but about $400.”
Manager: “Okay. I am issuing you a credit onto your card for $400 and refunding the cleaning costs.”
I was partially relieved, but I was still 3,000 miles from home in a strange city without a suit.
My partner found a branch of the same suitmaker where I bought the first one. We drove there and found the exact same suit, vest, and pants. The only problem was that the only pants they had were too long, and there was no tailoring available because it was Saturday. From when I hung up from the cleaners to when we left the store was fifty minutes. A trip to a fabric store got us starch, needles, and matching thread. My partner spent an hour hemming the pants, and we made it to the wedding the next day.
I am grateful for the cleaners for making it right and grateful that I have an off-the-rack sized body and a credit card that can flex to handle an extra $400. And I am grateful for an incredible partner. (And yes, I have made it up to them!)