The Garment District.
It's Not A District. It's a store.
I want to meet the person who wrote that slogan and flick them on the forehead.
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- Jessica Martin grew up on her family’s farm in Brockport, New York. She spent her formative years talking to herself in the mirror and memorizing lines from Full House episodes. She graduated from Syracuse University with a degree in Television, Radio and Film and that proved to be worthwhile in that she still enjoys all of those things. After living in San Francisco, New York, and Boston, Jessica has learned the importance of light layers, irony, and remembering how people take their coffee. A fortune cookie once told her that she finds beauty in ordinary things, and she liked this. But then another fortune cookie told her that she liked horse racing and gambling, but not to excess, so she’s not entirely sure what to believe. She sort of thinks fortune cookies should stop pretending they know her so well. Open-Eyed Sneeze is her first book.
7 comments:
Was the name "Garment Store" already copyright protected?
Silly me. Here I thought that the Garment District was like a new, up-and-coming, gentrified quarter of the Lower East Side or near the Meat Packing District. I was all ready to invest millions of dollars in real estate development. I actually had Trump on the phone...Glad that's cleared up now.
Dude The Garment District is kind of the best store, well...ever. It is customary to jump in the "dollar a pound" pile (oh wait, due to inflation and revenue shortfall it's now $1.50 lb, but they refuse to change the name). You won't even have enough time to think about how dirty this pile of clothing is before you find the best, perfectly worn-in, vintage t-shirt. In your case, it will fittingly say, "Welcome to Boston, you just caught a sexually transmitted disease."
If that's not your fancy, try the upstairs. I hear they wash the clothing up there...
mom?
just kidding.
But whoever this is, that's funny.
Yes it's your mother...
Or your little sister's friend ;)
That makes more sense.
Thanks for the comment, yo! And for somehow realizing how much I love t-shirts that have already been worn-in for me.
Please ask Vanessa about the t-shirt that offered a parking suggestion. And have her tell you the price check story surrounding said t-shirt.
Only if it's better than Sabrina's gum lady on the subway story...
I don't think I stopped laughing for at least 48 hours
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