Men’s Wearhouse and Tux

I went into Men’s Wearhouse simply looking for a cheap suit, as I was out of town and found myself unexpectedly in need of one.
I have always «turned up my nose» at off the rack suit stores. When I saw someone in an ill-​fitting suit, I assumed it was Men’s Wearhouse.
After stopping in and working with an employee named Rich Guarini, I have changed my tune… at least at the Vestal store. I found a great fitting, quality suit for a good price and Rich treated me like I was getting fitted for a custom suit at an Italian tailor.
Indeed, I liked the way I looked and as long as I am in the area, I have a «suit guy.»

A little over a month ago I was unexpectedly called home (from Oregon to upstate NY) as a result of my father falling ill and entering the local hospital. Sadly, he passed away five days after I arrived.
In my haste to pack and fly to NY, I neglected to bring many clothes. This meant I needed a suit to wear to his funeral. The day after my father died I visited Mens Wearhouse (in Vestal, NY) to rectify this.
Upon entering the store I mentioned to the woman who offered to help me that I was not in a good frame a of mind as a result of my fathers death. Basically, I told her that whatever she recommended I would buy without question. And unfortunately that’s what happened.
Distastefully, while trying on some jackets the sales person asks me several questions about how my father died. I found that a bit sad (personally) and morbid. She also mentioned a few times that she wanted me to buy a suit that I could wear not only to a funeral, but also on a date. I still have no idea what those comments were all about?
The only thing I questioned during the entire interaction was the fit of my suit coat. I felt a bit tight. I was assured, however «That’s how it’s supposed to fit.»
By the time I left the store I had bought one suit, two shirts, two ties (there was some sort of «buy one get one free deal with the shirts and ties) and a pair of socks (I bought shoes in another store). The total cost was just shy of $ 600. I was also asked (or more like badgered) several times to sign up for something call Perfect Fit. At one point I seriously thought they wouldn’t allow me to buy the suit and leave unless I did so.
I returned the next day to pick up the pants which needed tailoring. I tried the pants on, but in my still very much off frame of mind neglected to put my shoes on, and only checked the fit of the waste.
The next day, in preparation to attend my fathers funeral I put on one of the shirts I bought. It was easily a size too small. I did see, however, that the other shirt was a two sizes bigger. It, unfortunately, fit like a tent. Figuring the small shirt was the less sloppy looking of the two I chose to wear that particular ill fitting garment. The pants were yet another surprise. They were about one to two inches too short. Essentially they were «high water» pants. And likewise, I also realized (with a now slightly better mind set) that my jacket was far too small. At the funeral, several members of my family inquired, (delicately, of course) about my poorly fitting choice of clothes. The best I could say was «I’m sorry. I wasn’t well when I bought these clothes.»
About a week after I got back to Oregon I finally unpacked and saw the suit and shirts. I then realized how cheap and poorly made the suit, shirts and ties were. They were, by no surprise, made in China (the suit) or Indonesia (the shirts and ties). They were certainly not worth $ 600. I’d estimate (with great generosity) their worth to be $ 150-​$ 200. I have since donated everything to Goodwill. I want nothing more to do with those shabby clothes, or for that matter Mens Wearhouse.
At best I’d rate the people who work at this Mens Wearhouse are completely incompetent. Or at worst they are that special sort of evil (that takes advantage of people when they are most vulnerable) for which the Devil is reserving a special place in hell.