...could at least acknowledge my presence? and the fact that I'm waiting? you know just a bit of a smile and an "i'm sorry to keep you, will be with you as soon as I can", that sort of thing. and just possibly a wee sense of urgency, not much , just the kind of sense of urgency that involves not standing around in a crowd all trying to decipher something the till's saying...that involves not putting sale signs out when you've got people waiting to be served, and perhaps not tidying unwanted shoes away cos you can do that later...just generally not looking like a fecking hungover zombie. at least they provide an example of why dds should work hard at school...
After 15 minutes of this I walked out and swore I'd never go back. dd cried because she really wanted a particular pair of shoes. poor love. I assured her other shops stocked them.