World Foot Locker

Hubster was in this store long enough for me to go browse in another shop while he looked for sneakers. By the time I came back to find him, a good 10 – 15 minutes later, he was still standing in the same spot, holding a shoe, waiting for one of the FOUR rude ass clerks at the counter to acknowledge him. Even though I had walked right past them, one of them stopping his flirting long enough to look me up & down, we still were not given any type of acknowledgment. Try and get laid on your own time, asshole. Maybe if we’d been a little more ghetto, a little more obnoxious and I’d been wearing a cleavage baring top, we MIGHT have been given some help. The clerks were too damn busy at the registers flirting & yakking it up with their buddies to help anyone. I recommend going down to Champ Sports near the Food Court, at least they want to sell you shoes there.