Okay, so why does a hip, swingin’, fashion-conscious guy like me shop at Ross?
Obviously, there’s the value angle. Your clothing dollar will go much further at Ross than at some boardshop boutique or Harajuku mercantile where a sullen raggedy Ann or Andy, with black lipstick, scans your purchases while singing along with Green Day’s American Idiot. For me, it’s all about fashion. Where else could you hope to find a stylish RATT* t-shirt like the one I’m wearing in the photo? The moment I pulled it off the rack, my right arm involuntarily thrust it’s self heavenward and my butane lighter ignited. Awesome!!!
*Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever enjoyed RATT or the music of RATT. I am an afficianado of late ’80s screen print t-shirts.