Rags To Ridges

First, let me say, I LOVE thrift stores. There’s always that chance that you can come across something really special or that something that you’ve been looking for. I had high hopes for this place since it’s one of those «hole in the wall» type places.
I was so off.
I walked in at about 9:30 this morning and when I made eye contact with one of the women in there, I asked if they were open. She nodded and smiled politely. So I took my little girl’s hand and walked around glancing at the little odds and ends. I agree that a lot of it looks like left overs from a garage sale though I didn’t get to look around much because after a few minutes of walking around I hear this rather rude and loud comment: «Who is that? Why is she here?» Then I hear the other woman (the one I originally spoke to) try to shush her. Apparently the woman can NOT take a hint. Either that or she has no problem being rude because she decided it was okay to continue on in her rudeness with «We’re not open. Why is she here?»
I looked at her, took my daughter’s hand again and said «excuse me» then headed for the door. That’s when she must have realized that she probably just lost the only sale she was about to have today because all of a sudden she remembered her manners and tried to sweetly say «Oh, but we open at 10,» to which I replied «No thank you,» and walked out.
Had my daughter not been with me, I promise I would have been just as rude. Not only were the doors totally unlocked but I was told when I got there that they were open and there was 5 or 6 other people walking around and asking about certain items. How was I supposed to know that they work there (I’m assuming they do since none of them were shamed into leaving) and not customers?
As far as one of the other reviews wondering about how they’ve been in business for that long with the shoddy inventory they have… I have to guess that maybe it’s some sort of charity space or something or maybe the building owner runs the shop.
I’ve been there in the past (where there was in fact a very kind man behind the counter) but it was on the other side of the building. Right now when you walk in the front doors of the building, the shop is on the left. Back then it was on the right and there were actually a few good items. Too bad it’s not as exciting as it used to be.
Maybe when they moved sides, they lost the polite man and gained the rude woman?

Though Rags to Ridges was several blocks away from the casinos, I wanted to venture and check it out. The man there was so nice, offering my boyfriend and I free bagels for breakfast. The offerings of the store itself resemble a garage sale, but not in a bad way. The random disorganization makes you feel like you will come up on a treasure at any moment. I found a technicolor flannel for myself and a Dr. Seuss onesie for my future child (Weird, I know).
Tourists, I highly recommend checking in to Daughter’s Café for a real treat down the street on your way back to the strip. Were if not for Rags to Ridges, I never would have found it.
Overall, this is one of those tiny thrift stores that is probably hit or miss, and with no particular aesthetic, but proves that such kind ownership can really make or break customer experience.