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| - You know those moments in life where one just wants to look at someone, roll their eyes, and shake their head? Yeaaaap. Well that about sums up my entire experience at Dicks today.
Besides having a bottomless pit of an appetitie, I happen to have Sasquatch like sized feet for a woman. So finding the right running shoe is sometimes more difficult than it needs to be. Regardless. I had caught wind that this store stocked the shoe I was seeking. Word to the wise: if you need help, good luck. It took me 30 minutes to get someone to help me. I'm sorry, but its a Saturday afternoon. You would expect a mall store to be busy on a Saturday. Staff more people. I understand people get sick, but this is always a problem when I've ventured here...I can never find someone to help me. And when I do, it is like I am speaking a foreign tongue.
Never having worked in retail, I know very little about it. However, I had the exact name of the shoe I was looking for, the size, sku number, the whole 9. I even wrote it down. In plain English and handed it to the salesperson. They looked at me like I was handing them a snake when I handed them the info regarding the shoe I was looking for.
Dicks, get your act together. You're failing. Over and over.
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