So I walk in, not necessarily dressed to my best because I wasn't planning on doing any shopping, but I love Burberry and where I'm originally from, there's no such thing as actual designer stores.
So I'm completely ignored by the staff, except that they're watching to make sure that I don't steal anything (yes, I'm white but I guess I just looked like a hobo) anyway, none of them came over to ask me if I needed help or even tell me that there was nothing available in my size (I wear a size greater than 4), and so I was just a little disappointed. I'm not sure if this particular Burberry was in the venetian or in caesar's palace, but it was across from this restaurant with a really pretty dark wood bar as you enter.
Anyway, it had super nice clothes, but super poor associates.