best place to be harrast, followed, constaintly having a person breath down your neck so close that my butt felt his breath.
So like any man, turning around and saying a few kind and direct points DID make this annoying person go away (FOR ABOUT 5 MINUTES) that bought me enough time to get to another area of the store, i swear the sum of a b*tch jumped out the fridge and was like there right in front of me again. by this time i was a) Gonna Tell Him to F Off or b) Smack the tast out of his dirty scanky breath, finally c) just let his Manager know he is one creepy bastard that needs to let customers look before buying a bloody $1400 sofa.
which one did i choose well, i'm doing this review from Spy Hill Prison..lol