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| - Stopped in here on a whim after seeing it off the street. Mighty impressive selection, with 2 floors that are wall-to-wall with everything you could possibly want. And a whole lot of other shit that you look at like "no fucking way" and then later on you double back and consider the possibilities a little more.
The staff was exceedingly friendly and polite, too. I know that's supposed to be a given almost anywhere you go, but I feel it bears mentioning in places like this because I know if I read it's run by some sketchy, meth-ed out looking guy, or a diminutive Asian man who hovers over your shoulder like a conscience devil (I'm looking at you, sex store in Lake Forest, CA that I forgot the name of). Point is, it's very important to have the right kind of staffing for these places. Namely, women.
Oh, almost forgot a funny story. So, while we were scouring the aisles there was a small group of people doing the same, although they were being obnoxious and douchey and acting like loud asses. Anyway, at one point the most annoying dude (I'm using that term because he was such an obvious OC bro) got a mini tour of the, ahem, "viewing rooms" from the employee upstairs. The same employee that I noticed earlier was a male dressed as a female (I'm assuming transgender, but I thought he could've just been a crossdresser). Anyway, after the tour the guy yells out extremely enthusiastically, "Hey, this guy just gave me the most awesome tour!". The employee corrected him, but it was funny because the guy probably didn't even think twice since (apologies if you're reading this) the "she" was so barely passable it looked like Fred Armisen in lipstick and a wig. Some things just can't be hidden.
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