Are there any staff working in this store? Hello? Anybody home?
Oh there's one, working the cash, but she can't help me because she's busy helping customer pay for stuff.
Oh, and where are the fitting rooms? Let's wander around for a while. There, around the corner hidden away, not obvious, and no signage to point me in the right direction.
OH HEY! Here's all the staff. I guess the fitting rooms are where all the cool hipsters hang out to bitch about how they hate their jobs and the crap they're going to do on the weekend for all the customers to listen to while they try on their clothes.