George Zimmer Got Booted Out of The Wearhouse

Me and ten million other mostly broke mopes got their first suits at the Men’s Wearhouse. They even threw in a pair of socks. Fucking icing on the cake. George Zimmer guaranteed we’d like the way we looked in his suits. He didn’t guarantee that we’d get to shtup an older secretary in the garage in one of those suits (oh, yeah, I did, her name was Peggy and she smelled like stale raisins). But for a couple hundred bucks we got a suit. Now George Zimmer has been fired by his own company after almost forty years, without a reason given. Seems unfair. I’ve always been given a reason for being fired. Usually it has to do with chronic tardiness, or the fact that Peggy was married to my boss. But Zimmer got zip. Just pack your bags and GTFO. People ought to be more careful with the way they discard of men with beards. They own axes and hold deep grudges.