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| - I love hardware stores. LOVE. But this Home Depot has disappointed me. The location is great, but the floor staff is unhelpful.
Tonight was a great example of I don't like the floor staff. My vacuum stopped picking up anything but the largest pieces of dust. After opening her up, I quickly realized I needed a new belt. It was pouring down rain, but I put on my rainboots, grabbed an umbrella, and hoofed it over to ye ole Home Depot. I had to stand over the shoulders of five--yep, I counted five--employees in appliances for a full minute before one of them would help me.
After someone directed me to the vacuum parts, I had two male employees stop by to see if I needed help as I searched for the correct belt. I had the vacuum's name and number written down, as well as the belt style, and had the actual busted belt with me. Yet, each of these men acted like I was some stupid girl. "Did you unplug the vacuum before you removed the old belt?" one asked me. Duh. I'm not an idiot. The other later asked, "Do you always wear bright yellow rainboots when you're doing repairs?" and snickered. Look, all I said to both gentlemen was "I'm just looking for the correct style number. But thanks."
I received similar treatment I stopped by to buy a new set of bits for my drill. "You know drills come in more than one kind, right?" I was asked. And when I needed a new bag of dirt of my cacti, I was question about why I wanted succulent dirt over potting soil. Every time a male employee here approaches me, I'm questioned or given unsolicited advice in a snotty way.
This girl may wear bright yellow rainboots, but I am also the Norm Abram of my family. AKA I'm pretty handy. Oh, and the vacuum works perfectly now.
Shout out goes to the check out attendants, who were SUPER polite. Nice work, ladies.
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