I ran here from Planet Hollywood. I walked so much in two days that my feet had enough. First off, What's with the neighborhood? You have a 6 billion dollar development across the street from Tijuana? I get inside the store and there's a line around the block at the register. I find my stuff right away and I go to the make-up counter that is empty. Like the cashiers head. She looks at my purchase and starts talking to a customer about the merchandise. Then she's yacking it up with another associate. Wait! Let's get the manager involved because he's not busy either. Then she figures my head is red enough, so she starts to ring me up. Not before she tells me that she has been behind that counter for the last 11 years and all that she has seen. Are you fuckin kidding me.