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| - i'm conflicted, dicks. it's not enough my teenage son snickers every time i say, "dicks"....
you are just seriously laughable.
went here today, as a matter of fact, with three objectives. one - get my son a pair of shoes. two - get goggle defogger for swimming goggles. three - get some triswim (or the like) shampoo for removing chlorine from your hair after a swim.
i was only able to achieve one of those objectives, and even that was a struggle.
the store is fine. it's a little cramped and disorganized. there seemed to be a lot of debris everywhere. pallets of stuff here. open boxes of stuff in the middle of an aisle there. racks terribly close together. I could hardly get the cart through.
there were two guys working the in the shoe department, which is all of 25 feet. they were busy chatting up other each other, other employees, and one of them actually broke into song... alone. all the while, my son and i searched the shoes, waiting for one of them to notice we needed assistance. i finally asked one of them to see if they had my son's size in a particular shoe. he went and looked, came back and said no. and then? he walked away. way to close a sale, asshole! my son looked for a different pair. he found one he liked, and i went over and tried my luck with the other guy. he went back and brought out the right size, a half size bigger, and my son's size in a similar but more expensive shoe. he dumped them on the bench beside my kid, and walked off. never waited to see if they fit or if we needed anything else. luckily, the ones he wanted fit, so we moved on to try our luck on swim supplies.
the swim wear and gear area of this store is lame. l-a-m-e. a couple goggles, nose clips, a few swimsuits, and some of those water dumbbells old ladies use in water aerobics. not much else. i found it hard to believe in a store of this size. so i did the natural thing.... i asked an employee. this mouth breather had no idea what i was even talking about. (please don't think i'm making a pejorative comment there. i couldn't make fun of her. i think she might have been "delayed" in some way. i mean, she was literally standing there with her gaping cake hole open and breathing.... loudly.) she looked at me like i had just disembarked a space ship. she called to another employee who said, "no. no. uh. no. we don't carry that kind of stuff. try walmart."
right.
walmart.
known for it's supreme sporting goods department.
i thought i had solved the problem of going from store to store by just going right to the source for sports related needs.... a sporting goods store. however, between crappy service and crappy selection... i'm better off shopping online.
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