The Mutual Fund Store

Customer 1: «Hello, do you have any mutual funds in my size? What about a size smaller? I’m on a diet and I’d like to use my new mutual funds 10 pounds from now.»
Customer 2: «Hi, yes, I like to slip into a pair of pink, fuzzy slippers when I get home from the office, do you have any mutual funds that look cute with pink, fuzzy slippers?»
Customer 3: «In your personal opinon, do your mutual funds smell better or worse than Abercrombie cologne?»
Customer 4: «Would my dad like your mutual funds? He’s so hard to shop for.»
So…most pointless review ever because I’ve never been here and never will for a variety of reasons that aren’t terribly interesting but I laugh my ass off every time I drive past one of these box stores and that’s gotta count for something, right?
Plus I *know* I’m not the only finance geek out there who does the same thing. You know who you are.
I think there’s a corporate rule somewhere that they must be located in the most ludicrous of locations. Five stars because they’re selling mutual funds.
From a strip mall.
In Woodbury.
And that takes balls of steel.