Dear Lane Bryant-
I hate you and love you at the same time. It's fucking impossible for me to find pants that actually fit me anywhere else (apparently no one likes to make pants for short girls over a certain size...grrr). So, thanks for carrying my pant size.
And, I really feel special when you send me coupons in the mail!
But, then I walk into your store with my super-secret club coupon, and see signs up all over the damn place about a store-wide sale so I don't even need the goddamn coupon! Save a tree, people!
Then, the coupon is fucking worthless because of all the fine print. You can literally buy 1 certain top and a particular pair of earrings, and I'd have to buy 7 of these tops and 15 pairs of these earrings in order for the damn coupon to even be effective.
Oh... AND you have this retarded new way of sizing and measuring your jeans. I found a pair that fit GREAT, but saying they are a size "3" does not make me a size 3. I know full well I'm still a size __ (like I'm really gonna post that).
Anyway, I just wanted you to know that.
Amy (a valued customer)