I popped into a large Primark (three floors) at the weekend whilst trying to find something very simple that other shops seem to be failing at providing at the moment.
It was like feeding time at the zoo: clothes dumped in piles, waves of people rushing in all directions, children screaming, strange people being... strange, fat women being... well, fat, and the average speed of progression throughout the store being akin to that of a disabled snail inline for services at a post-office. Combine this will the sheer volume of people, it meant you got trapped in sections you had no intention or need of exploring - what the **** do I want with young girl's cardigans? :/
Never again.
It goes directly against the man-shopping mantra of getting in, grabbing said item and getting out as fast as possible.
It was like feeding time at the zoo: clothes dumped in piles, waves of people rushing in all directions, children screaming, strange people being... strange, fat women being... well, fat, and the average speed of progression throughout the store being akin to that of a disabled snail inline for services at a post-office. Combine this will the sheer volume of people, it meant you got trapped in sections you had no intention or need of exploring - what the **** do I want with young girl's cardigans? :/
Never again.
It goes directly against the man-shopping mantra of getting in, grabbing said item and getting out as fast as possible.
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