Quick Preface: This review is not for this location. This review is for the Seaboard St. location. I don't know the Glenns Bay crew, I'm sure they're fantastic people. But this ain't about youse guys. This is about Seaboard. Now, here's what youse need to know, ok? Vape shops a'plenty in Myrtle Beach and there's only so much price-competing one can do before margins are measured by different types of body hair. Happy Glass, however, found the X factor. Better yet, X factorS. If you have read any of these reviews, you assuredly figured out that Tyler knows his products and Starr is the walking embodiment of a "welcome to the BBQ" hug. I want to elaborate just a bit more because- all things being equal- the people you deal with can make or break the deal for you. I started coming to this shop accidentally. I meant to go to the other one but turns were made and the die was cast. My first interaction: Tyler. Tyler doesn't just know the products. Tyler is borderline savant-status. He is intelligent in the way that doesn't want or need to prove it to you nor is he particularly aware that he's competing with you. Tyler is still smarter than me and also just such a genuine nice dude. I am a teacher and fancy myself something of a genius, but I am a real vegan about it, if yaknowwhatImean?
*/I aspire to be like Tyler */
Nice.
Odds are, if you don't get Tyler, you get Starr. This isn't a first place/second place thing. This is a two headliners at the event so everyone wins situation. Starr just radiates a self-assured positivity that like, okay,
*-*-*-*-*-**-*-*---*-*-*-***-*-*-*-*-*-*- let's say you have one of those days where you were looking forward to the last bit of Ben and Jerry's Dairy/Lactose free Double Chocolate Brownie Oreo Unicorn Kiss whatever ice cream in the freezer that you KNOW no one else knew about and you've been plotting on it for weeks. The day (it's a Thursday) is finally here, and you come home from work, trying to keep a napkin off my plate and see your roommate's significant other just scraping it into the sink because it had "freezer burn" and "smells like bleach and Werther's Originals" , then - because you are not allowed to retaliate or say anything to them without the roommate present- per the agreement- you turn and run upstairs, right past Josh, looking worry-free in that recliner everyone loves, refusing to let them see the tears that you're fighting back as hard as you wanted to fight them. They start to judge me, salty stalactites and asses my situation. And then you get to your room and bury your face in your pillow and try not to make that sound like if you were to kick a goat in the belly and knock the air out of it, my sob made that sound. Similar to it, but more annoying sounding. And now the whole house knew that we had a pow-wow and figured we know you put cameras all over the house. It's fucked up" and you open your mouth to defend yourself but another one of those sounds like you punched the gym coach in the side of the neck right when he was about to blow the whistle cam out of you from somewhere and your (ex?) roommate, the ringleader , looks at you with just his eyes, Rolling them down his nose and then, having dropped them so far, crinkling his nose in disgust in a manner that seemed to roll them back up their proper level, and says
"You need help. I pray you find it. And I pray you keep it"...
And just as you see his leg go up, knee bent, foot parallel to to the ground but ambitiously climbing higher, the drag of the wide-sole Dr. Martens finally counterbalancing the hatred which launched the leg in the first place, the world quiets. If you're breathing, it's so slow as to make you think it may need reminding at some point. It's just dark already. The sun must have had an emergency to run off to.You could have sworn he was just right-- right there, currently only blotted out by you who is, coincidentally, the only person in this general area with a Dr. Marten hurtling down to the concrete by way of a skull. Everything-human, beast, insect, wings, trees, stoplights,- everything that lived or was in some manner animated- everything but You, that is- seemed to take a collective breath, exhale slowly, choose their particular brand of Hell and do their level best to break it in any manner they could but with a STRONG emphasis on LOOSE. Oh, and the myriad ways one can define the word "loose" ...
...... Yeah, Starr is like that recliner that Josh was sitting on the whole time. Minding her business, there when you need her and with a surprisingly sturdy base so you know she's not going anywhere and you can take your time, too. She'll be there to greet you and keep you comfortable the whole time.
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Best duo in the dunes. Although, I have never seen them in the same room at the same time..... read more
