What began as a wondrous journey through the shining halls of Ross quickly turned into a trip through the fiery gates of hell. Being a man made it already difficult to walk through this "chick" store. I found a soccer ball to possibly lighten my already grumpy attitude towards this establishment. I greatly enjoyed my time with this soccer ball as I swiftly and elegantly dribbled through the aisles. Flawlessly I touched nothing in the store and was not even close to breaking anything. And then came Paul. The classic Debby Downer who sees people having fun and just won't have it. He told me that there was none of that in this store. I gave him a Puss in Boots-like look in hopes that he would give me my ball back but he never did. Do not attend this Ross if you're looking for a good time to test out products.