Among the items awaiting me in my mailbox upon returning from Phuket was the KingSize catalogue my USPS daily digest warned me about a couple days ago. I thought it might be a joke but there it was, in all its scarlet and gray glory.
Was KingSize trying to shed the state of Michigan? I’ve been a loyal KingSize customer since my gangly teen years when no one else could fit me, except at great expense, now still buying stuff from them like loose pants of all weights that are long enough. As Americans have expanded, so have sources for big and tall stuff, but I keep going back to the originals. So why did they do this to me? I’m not one to complain to corporate, but somebody had to hear about this. Hard to do on their web page, where your choices are an 800 number or an e-mail with a little box that won’t even take 100 words. Fortunately, I found https://kingsize.pissedconsumer.com/customer-service.html, which gave their their corporate address in El Paso. King Size is part of a 14 company conglomerate, so who knows who will read what I send. See below what I sent their way.
KingSize used to be based in Indianapolis. Maybe it they stayed there they’d have retained their BigTen sensibilities enough to know what that cover would do to a big chunk of their base. Now they’re based in Texas, which means they’re Southern. My Dixie-chick girlfriend Donna, now living in South Carolina, tells me they have a phrase for just such misguided behavior: “Bless their hearts”.
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