At the Shopping Mall
Perhaps the next store would be more accommodating. I walked in and started looking at shoes, much like I did at the first store. After five minutes of being tortured by loud music without my presence being acknowledged, I walked out of the second store. Again, no one seemed concerned that I didn't purchase anything. The clerks continued socializing with each other on the other side of the store.
Maybe the third time would be a charm. Guess what? Exactly the same experience as the first two.
Retail merchants pay onerous rent for a good retail location; why are they ignoring customers? Perhaps someone can explain how these people stay in business. I sure can't figure it out.
