Ann Taylor LOFT refunds cost of repairing thigh escape. I’ve got $5.00 to prove Ann Taylor LOFT knows a good customer when they see one. I went to LOFT late in search of a refund for the ripped pants that lead to a minor wardrobe malfunction at work. It was late and I was tired. After high school parent/teacher conferences, before basketball, before eating anything, after tweeting about it incessantly
Revenge of the Refund
I’m going in, people. Tonight’s the night. It’s time to see what customer service is all about at LOFT. Or should be anyhoos. Returning to the scene of the purchase, Ann Taylor LOFT, where the pants, seems pre-split prior to purchase unbeknownst to me, allowed my generous somewhat flabby thighs to ooze ever so slightly mid-meeting. Not familiar with my pants betrayal story? Read about it here. The great thigh
Ann Taylor LOFT: Kiss My Oozing Thighs
Apparently their phones, email and cust service don’t work. Let me say this first. I like LOFT clothes. I like that fact that I can try something on and it fits. And I often look swell. And people that shop there aren’t saying words like “swell” quite yet, but neither are they sexting their boyfriends. The perfect stop for moms that want to remember life before yoga pants. A grown