An Ode to Mr. P

I have a special place in my heart for the Gap, it has been the setting for so many significant occasions in my life:
  • My first real afterschool job
  • My first pair of bootcut dark rinse jeans
  • Met my senior year crush and prom date
  • Responsible for my first trip to San Francisco (for a job interview)
  • Responsible for my move to San Francisco and my first job out of college
  • Met my first San Francisco friends while working at Gap Inc.
Yep, yep, yep. Gap and I go way back, and it is for this reason that I just can't quit the Gap. I always wonder if I should have outgrown it years ago, but I believe in my heart that I will be drawn to it until I take my final breath. Recently, the Gap became the starting point of my obsession with Mr. P, the sweetest and most helpful employee I have ever met. I call him Mr. P because I want to protect this fine gentleman's identity (and because I want him all to myself). Mr. P's usual uniform consists of a brightly colored bowtie, black glasses a la Clark Kent, a hat, and just all around dapper style. He is so adorable and always so kind, and better yet he is the best stylist/merchandiser a lazy girl could ever ask for.

Case in point #1 -- One evening after work I stepped up to the cash register ready to make a purchase and he asked if I would be interested in a grey leather purse for $5. They just got marked down and there might be extras. And would I like him to check in the back to see if there were more in stock? To which I responded, "Um, do you want to be my best friend?" --I'm not just making that part up to make you chuckle, I seriously asked him if we could be friends. If you didn't already know, I love a bargain and anyone who freely offers me a bargain is likely to be a new longtime pal. Mr. P stepped away for all of 5 minutes and he returned with my other new friend, a grey leather crossbody handbag that I bought for 95% off the original price. Can I get an amen?

Case in point #2 -- I strolled in one day to look for a spring jacket, you know, not too heavy but could stand up to a foggy SF day or a chilly SF night. I told Mr. P what I was looking for and, while I was perusing the sale area, unbeknownst to me he was scouring the salesfloor and stock room for my perfect jacket. He asked me if he could start a fitting room for me while I continued browsing. Yes, my good man, that sounds like a smashing idea. I had no clue what he was up to but when I stepped in to the fitting room, I realized just how much he loves me. He opened up the fitting room door and showed me that he had found some jackets in my size and had created outfits for me out of all the items I had picked up. He even brought in some tops and pants to complete some of the looks. This is all true, people. He merchandised my clothes for me and if that's not love then I don't know what is.

Truth be told, I'm not sure if Mr. P is my (fashion) muse or if I'm his but either way what we have is real. This post is an ode to Mr. P. I'm not nearly as talented as he when it comes to merchandising clothes but he is one of my many inspirations. Here's to you Mr. P! Best Friends Forever, even if you don't know it just yet.