I keep expecting them to suddenly break into song and dance.
But then, I think the same thing about the four young guys in marketing who all dress the same and go to lunch together.
One of these days, I WILL catch them.
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2 Comments:
I think on training they are brainwashed to dress in only khakis or jeans and a t-shirt. There have been of incidents of someone wearing DKNY cargos and a dress shirt, but has gone missing for 15 days now (re-programming and such). But you didn't hear it from me.
Kieran works in GAP. He knows the truth, and its ugly.
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