Hollister

I hate the clothing store Hollister. Their clothes suck, their store smells like a brothell and their employees have a sense of entitlement a mile wide. But my sister likes it there so I braved the coming storm and went there to get her a shirt. My boyfriend wouldn't even come into the store with me.

The minute I walk in the door a 16 year old girl where what looks like a bra with some extra fabric attached underneath  sprays me in the face with a really nasty perfume screeching TRY OUR NEW FRAGRANCE. I have no patience for this so I tell her to get away from me and continue my browsing. I pick out an overpriced shirt ($50 for $1 worth of cotton!) and take it to the counter. There are 10 employees milling around back there talking and doing a whole lot of nothing. I stand there for 5 minutes waiting for someone to help me. Finally this is what happens.

Me: Hey, I need to be rung up:
16yo: *rolls eyes and rips the shirt out of my hands and rings it up*

I pull out my debit card, this chick HEAVY SIGHS, swipes it and returns to her conversation about OMG RACHEL'S FIRST EVER BOYFRIEND DID SOMETHING. After my card was done she THROWS both it and the shirt onto the counter. I stare at her in disbelief and ask for a bag. She HEAVY SIGHS AGAIN and throws a bag onto the counter expecting me to put the shirt in. At that point I lost it.

I walked out of the store calling her a lot of names loud enough for her to hear. I don't feel bad at all considering I will NEVER shop there again.