You, madame, are one foxy French corporation. Most of your men’s clothing is a perfect match for my own aesthetic (although I wouldn’t have guessed it from your current website). Even your store in San Francisco suits me—simply appointed, with early-vintage Cure songs playing from overhead speakers. Also, since I have the build of a Frenchman, I can only assume that your shirts would fit me properly rather than billowing out like sails.
Your prices, though, give me pause. As much as I would like to exchange $180 for one of your fine shirts, I simply do not, as we say in the States, have that kind of scratch. I’ll let you in on a little secret, though, one that your market research may not have turned up: In America, we have never had a royal family, so the grandchildren of former viscounts who apparently comprise your target market are unlikely to materialize. Might you be willing to offer, say, a 75 percent discount to those of us who are not descended from nobles?
By hoping that this solution will appear interesting to you, I remain, agnès b., sincerely yours,
Jeff
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That is one damn fine $180 manbag.
Ooh, it is! I hadn’t seen that yet. For now, though, I’d better stick with my army surplus man purse.
Please add my name to your class action letter to Agnes B.
Also, you have a way with words that will inspire a return visit on my part.
Consider it added, Dan. And thanks for the vote of confidence. I’ll try not to disappoint.