I was in Marietta Ga earlier this month. My daughter had given me cash and taken me for a birthday trip. The shop was about 4 hours from my house. I was so excited!!! She took my picture outside the shop and I had to pinch myself as we went in the door. I could hardly believe I was there. I was greeted and looked around, but when I needed assistance the employees were gathered around the cutting table and didn't want to be interrupted. When I asked for help, . . . well, if looks could kill, I wouldn't be writing this message now. One lady tried to push something off on me, rather than the print I wanted. Her attitude was like, "What's the difference?!"
As someone else said, they chatted on and on with the customers they knew. But I was invisible . . . and I will be from now on. We did finally make some purchases, but my excitement was deflated over my adventure. As we left, my daughter said, "Wow! They evidently don't need our business!" But we went on the the Red Hen and things were much better.