Lady Foot Locker-06505

DAMMIT! DO YOUR JOB!
Let me ask you something: If you worked in active/​fitness retail and worked on commission and saw a personal trainer who was IN UNIFORM walk in your store, wouldn’t you immediately think to yourself, «Easy close» and offer your help?
I walk in, laser focused on the shoes. I’m in my training uniform and wearing a pair of Asics Gels that cost about $ 130 that are in an obvious state of wear. Now, if you work in a sporting goods store that specializes in women’s athletic shoes, I’d imagine that you’d immediately eyeball the footwear of anyone walking in, especially someone who obviously has footwear as their top priority.
My shoes look worn and in need of replacing, so I’m heading straight towards the Asics Gels that average about $ 100 a pair. The two ladies see me, give me eye contact, and ignore me entirely, all the while not taking a moment to break from their chatter.
I look at the shoes, then stare are the two women who continue to talk about whatever meaningless bullshit they have going on in their lives. I finally decide to ask them to do their jobs.
Bear in mind that they are probably standing about 4 feet from me and not once do they make a movement towards me during the following conversation.
Me: Excuse me.
Lazy Shit #1: Yeah?
Me: Could I possibly get some help?
Lazy Shit #1: Sure. What do you want?
Me: (Trying not to commit Manslaughter.) Are these the only Asics that you carry?
Lazy Shit #1: What are you looking for?
Me: Gels.
Lazy Shit #1: They’re all Gels.
Me: What other colours do they come in?
Lazy Shit #1: Those are the colours.
Me: O… k…Could I try on a few pairs?
Lazy Shit #1: What size?
Me: 8.5 or 9.
Lazy Shit #1: (To Lazy Shit #2) You want to do it?
Lazy Shit #2: I’m tired. You do it.
Lazy Shit #1: (Who is now designated as Super Lazy Shit #1) *sighs* Ok.
Now get this. It gets better.
I sit down on a bench and behind me is a display table. Maybe it’s just me and every single shoe buying experience I’ve had in the past was wrong, but if I’m not mistaken, when someone brings you shoes, they come IN FRONT of you and prep the shoes for you to try on.
Super Lazy Shit #1 comes out from the stock room with two pairs of shoes. She got the shoe in sizes 8.5 and 9. Normally, I think they bring out what you want and a couple other comparable models. This lady does just enough to BARELY earn her minimum fucking wage.
She then proceeds to hand the shoes to Lazy Shit #2 and walks away.
Lazy Shit #2 takes the shoes, walks to the display table BEHIND ME, doesn’t say a word, and takes out the shoes and preps them for me to try on. In total silence, she hands the shoe to me OVER MY SHOULDER and waits for me to tell her Yea or Nay.
Me: Too small.
Lazy Shit #2: (Silence. Hands me the Size 9.)
Me: Ok.
Lazy Shit #2: Did you want that in another colour?
Me: (Shocked by a question that vaguely resembles service but am too annoyed to give a damn.) No. Thank you. These fit. They’re fine.
At the counter.
Lazy Shit #2: Did you want any socks today?
Me: (Laughing) No. Thanks.
I leave aghast at what I was just subject to. Migod. It was almost as bad as that haggard sack of skin, Gale in the Zales jewelry shop who said Gold was more resilient than Tungsten Carbide.
What’s up with this mall? Fuck.