The Source by Circuit City

No, I don’t want a giant pack of batteries. No, my cell phone doesn’t get service in your store. No I don’t want to switch service providers because of it. No I would not like to buy an extended warranty. I would just like to purchase this wickedly overpriced generic brand iPhone cable and be on my way.
It was until I found out that the dollar store in the same mall carries a lot of the electronic accessories, cables, chargers etc. that I would go to The Source. Granted, the accessories they carry are a higher quality than a dollar store, they’re still really high priced for what they are.
I’m not even one to only want the cheapest item out there, either. I am often very willing to pay more for a superior product. What I don’t dig is the high pressure sales people, trying to get me to buy things that I don’t want or need, many of whose questions I outlined at the beginning of this review. While this cliché used car salesman tactic might bump your sales in the short term, it makes me feel really uncomfortable and I don’t want to return.

This was the worst service I’ve ever experienced at a retail store. After waiting to speak to someone for a number of minutes, I finally approached a fat man with a beard and glasses to get some answers to my questions.
Now, I’m not sure if the man was deaf, but even so, he should have understood the body language in that I walked directly up to him with an item in my hand and started talking. He outright ignored me and proceeded to the counter where he started typing nonsense into his computer.
I couldn’t believe it. I throw the item down and walked out of the place. The worst part is that I believe the fat man was actually the manager. If he didn’t have time to talk to me (I imagine whatever he was typing into the computer must have been ridiculously important) he should have said «I’ll be right with you» or sent someone else to help me. But the fat man didn’t even have the basic human decency to acknowledge my presence.
I will never go back there again, I’d rather drive someplace else.