Here's when you know there's a real problem. You go to MaxMara and the doorman says 'Hello Simon' and offers to keep an eye on your bike. You go on a cold day and they bring you a cup of coffee. You go on a busy day and Roma, the manageress, comes out of the office and apologises for losing your address, because she wanted to write to you about the summer collection, and asks who you would like to help you today. You know there's a problem when they smile and slip a bottle of perfume in to the box when Madame is not looking. You know there's a problem when you disagree with Madame who says that she doesn't think it suits her and YOU BUY IT FOR HER ANYWAY BECAUSE THE STITCHING IS SO DAMN GOOD.
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Topic: sorting old clothes