oh! me first, me first!
finish line, you stink. seriously. i was in the market for a new pair of running shoes. i happened to be in the mall. i had no plans to buy a pair just then, but my friend said, "hey, have you ever looked in the finish line for running shoes?" to which... i said, "no. never."
i went in, knowing exactly what i wanted. i grabbed the pair i wanted off the shelf, waiting for someone... anyone... to come on over and get my size out of the back.
anyone....
just come on by....
anytime now.
put it this way, i waited for about 5-10 minutes in the shoe department while a manager folded shirts by the front door. i spied him, folding the shirts, looking... all managerial, and i kinda waited to see if HE would notice ME. he didn't. my friend suggested we wait to see how long it would take to see if a "sales associate" would come over to help us on a not-very-busy-day-at-finish-line. we attempted that game for another 10 minutes, but really, i already regretted that i could never get those ten minutes back. i walked over to approach the shirt folding aficionado; i guess, as is customary, in places where the customer has to work to spend their dollar.... and as i got over to him, he.... seriously, now.... walked away.
it was like i was invisible, y'all.
i walked over. put the shoe back on the shelf, and walked the eff out.
and that is the story of how i almost paid $15 dollars less for shoes i hadn't planned to buy that day at a store i never shop at, and never plan to shop at again.
the end.