Gold Toe

After the stellar customer service I received here, I had to come and make this a separate listing.
Yes, I know it’s a sock store inside an outlet mall. No one goes in here to browse or enjoy a sexy fun time (unless they’re a teenage boy looking for a date, HUH? winkity wink), but I may be making it a point to shop here more often. More on that soon…
BUT FIRST, for your viewing pleasure, I must wallow in dismay.
You see, my mom bought me a few pairs of a certain type of Powersox for Christmas this past year and I fucking love them. They’re comfortable, they –legitimately– mold to your feet and they hold up extremely well in the wash: What’s not to love?
Apparently, there was something they didn’t love about the production, because Gold Toe STOPPED MAKING THEM.
They never stop making those stupid socks that look like a gigantic stretched out bundle of anal beads after the first wash, BUT THEY STOP MAKING THESE? Fuck. The struggle has never been more real.
All that being said… I wasn’t made aware of this my first time coming into this store. I popped in on a whim to buy a few more pairs. Not finding the matter immediately urgent, I was just slightly disappointed to find that they only had the medium size in stock. The sales lady mentioned that they wouldn’t be getting more in (I needed the larges), but I stupidly thought it was just because winter was drawing to a close.
Flash forward a month or so. I popped back in again partly to take a break from the frigid ass air and partly to see if maybe a miracle had occurred.
That’s when tragedy struck. The lady remembered me (either I’m really memorable or there just isn’t much – WAIT FOR IT – foot traffic in a sock store) and let me know they were out of production. I hung my head low and prepared to leave.
But suddenly, she stopped and asked if she could take down some of my basic information. Do you know why?
She made it a personal mission to call a ton of southern store branches and anywhere else she could think of that might have my size so she could have them shipped to the store and reserved for me to pick up. For 4 – 6 pairs of socks.
I was impressed by that alone, but. she’s been calling back to let me know she’s trying her best and that she hasn’t forgotten about me.
How completely and utterly amazing is that? For socks, guys, and not a gigantic order.
I’m in awe of this.
I might just have to find another type I like so that I can consistently shop here, because damn. I’ll be calling corporate and singing every well-​deserved praise in the book for her.