Quality, quality. You used to be allllll over it. I could count on you like my bestie. If ever I needed an outfit, and especially last minute, you were the one. I knew the very corners of your store oh so quite well, because I was the one perusing the sales rack and getting my best finds. All I had to worry about was price, because Quality was always there. Even if I had no other immediate choice but to go for brokes, I did so willingly because I knew that your Quality would stand up royally. But no more. On several recent occasions, I paused and pondered, and then
