This, my friends, is totally why I should have checked my fellow Yelpers' reviews before heading out the door, for reals. As much as I hate to sound like a negative Nancy, my experience yesterday left me at a total loss for words. This is quite possibly my first review where, if given the opportunity, I would have given a "zero" rating in a heart beat.
My parents are in the middle of renovating their home. From the electrical wiring, plumbing and physical labor to home design and sorting out what goes where, it's 101% a family effort. 59324019 trips to Ikea later, my father was in need of important (and costly) parts for the kitchen piping. I went along for the ride since I am car-less and thus, have no life for the next several months. Once inside and at the counter we waited patiently to ask if they stocked what he needed. The older (possibly manager?) clerk was on the phone while two younger dudes were rummaging through their desks paying zippo mind to us standing in confusion. Ever so patient and assuming they were legitimately busy, we chatted about the family project in a polite effort to grab someone's attention. Nothing. Poor customer service? Perhaps even a little rude? Certainly. But here's where things turned fugly.
Not even a half a minute after we audibly (but still politely) asked for help, another gentlemen entered the store and stood behind us to form a line. One of the younger clerks then, literally, stared through us, greeted the dude and asked how he could help, leaving my father and I wide eyed, shocked and a little confused. As we approached to request a manager, an older couple wandered in & were treated to the same friendly welcome. Deciding high blood pressure and exchanging words ultimately wasn't worth it, we simply walked over to one of the younger clerks, advised since our money and unwelcomed presence obviously weren't good there, we were taking our business elsewhere and left.
Not surprisingly, not a single person made an ounce of effort to stop us, apologize or other still even acknowledge we were alive/breathing.
Folks, I can't even begin to describe how utterly unwanted, unwelcomed and awkward I felt standing by the counter watching as my father was completely mistreated. It was kinda surreal. And while it's 2010 and I really, really -really- hate to bring in the "race card" when I like to give people the benefit of the doubt, judging by the empty, glazed over stare they shot through my father and myself, it's gotta be said. I actually felt so uncomfortable, my hair was standing on end. No matter how poor the experience, I don't think I've ever felt so out of my skin in my entire life. Looking back, I can't figure for sure if it had more to do with the colour of our skin or just blatant, horrifying customer service but somethin' deep down tells me it was a combination of both. No thanks. read more