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| - Have you ever been to a used car lot? The really sleazy kind run by guys with only generic first names, or maybe a first name and a horrible nickname, lick "Slick Rich"? You know the way he hovers over you the entire time with his slicked-back hair, well-rehearsed sales patter, and tacky tie trying to shove you into whatever beater is nearby?
Mor is that car lot. Only they sell new furniture instead of used cars. And there are slightly fewer flags strung between the light poles.
Walk in the door, and the salesmen are perched and waiting for their next victim/customer. They fight over you, the winner weaseling his way over and acting like your best friend in the whole damn world while asking the names of everyone in your party, even if only one of you is actually shopping.
And then they'll lead you around the intentionally sprawling store pointing out possible selections from Mor's wide variety of largely tacky, largely overpriced "furniture for less."
Like genital herpes, there's no getting rid of a Mor salesman once he's latched onto you.
The only redeeming quality of Mor would be the free refreshments, but they're (probably consciously) placed just before the exit rather than anywhere you'll encounter them during your visit to hell on Earth.
If you want to shop at your own pace without some flunky trying to suggest pieces at every turn, find another furniture store. In fact, stop next door at the JC Penney Furniture Outlet and see if you can't find something there--the staff won't harass you, and the prices actually are lower than other stores.
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