Apparently you can sell more dress shirts, or you can sell them for more money, if you gussy them up with bits of cardboard, sheaths of plastic, and those damned, damned pins.
I unpacked an Alfani shirt today, and I followed my usual rule, which was to run scared until I discovered seven pins. Pin number seven was a beauty, hidden in folds of cloth. I could see it was there, but it took me four minutes to bare its head without getting stuck. It was a triumph to remove it!
And then there were two more pins. I’ve never seen a nine-pin shirt before. I’m going to wear it tomorrow. If it’s actually a ten-pin shirt, you’ll hear from me.
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Funny post. Here's hoping it's a 9 pin!
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