Levi’s—The Saga CONCLUDES!

Okay, now I love Levi’s even more.

I just got a call from Megan Wright, a uber-polite-and-polished customer service rep from Levi’s Concierge Program, which was the subject of an earlier post. And here's the news you've all been waiting for:

The program actually exists
              …or to be more precise, did exist.

Megan explained that “Concierge” was a program put into play about the time I originally bought my smacked-up jeans last year, and despite the fact that I was a few months late in responding (Note to Self: Next time you find a phone number emblazoned on your pants, call it immediately), she offered me the “personal fit” service in New York, San Francisco or Beverly Hills any time before the Thanksgiving holiday.

Anyway, I ain’t gonna be ‘round those parts by then (big bummer—was in New York twice in the last three weeks!), but the response, the attitude and the professionalism of Megan has cemented my admiration of, and allegiance to, Levi’s.

That, and the fact they make my butt look nice and tight.