So a new game shop opened up about an hour and a half from my house. Where I live, I'm between two "cities". I use the term loosely because one "city" has about 50,000 and the other 100,000 people living in it, which compared to my little town of 1,000 people, it's the big city.
I usually go to the one of 50,000 every week for weekly shopping and getting out of the house. Plus, believe it or not, this town has better shops and a better mall. The other is a university town... one of the largest universities in the world, actually. Over the years I've grown to hate the students there as they walk out into oncoming traffic listening to their ipods and staring at their phones without a care in the world... I mean, why should they? If they get hit, it's my fault, right?
Anyway, I wanted to check this new game shop out since I had some spare time between work.
So I park my car and walk in. The store wasn't all that impressive, but I wasn't expecting too much since they just opened up about 5ish months ago. The shopkeep, obviously the owner, was going over rules for a boardgame with two kids that were also obviously his. There was a mother and her child at one of the tables in the back, two guys behind them sorting cards, and another girl at another table doing the same.
The owner asks if I'm looking for anything and I tell him I'm just looking around. He says to let him know if I need anything and goes back to going over rules with his kids.
So I'm in there for about 10 minutes browsing the Magic cards, looking for things to add to my deck when I spot a card I need (parallel lives) but he had no price on it. I walk back up to the counter and start looking through the packs. He had boxes from the current block and the last block, but I notice he also has some from an older block (Eldrazi), but the price on the box was covered by the rack.
Now in the 10 minutes I was doing this, the kid who was with his mother had asked the owner an obvious puzzling question about a sports card, so the owner is now on the computer and looking through his books looking for information. Being that I already felt awkward from the time I walked in the shop (you ever get that feeling when you meet someone for the first time that they simply don't like you because they have never seen you before? That's how I felt when I walked in. They gave me that vibe that I was an outsider and not welcome.) I was not really in the mood to interrupt him. So I wait at the counter... and wait... and wait... and wait... I move over to the side rack where the single cards were, obviously waiting... and waiting... and waiting...
All in all, I waited for 20 minutes. Owner never got up to help me, never asked if I needed anything, never bothered to look to make sure he didn't have a customer (at first I was standing by his register, and then 5 feet from him at the singles). The kicker is that I know one of the guys at the other table works at that shop by the questions he was asking owner, yet he too never bothered getting up to help me.
These cards were not that important to me, so I just left and I will not be returning. At the normal game shop I go to, the owner does everything he can to make his guests feel welcome, has a great stock, a big store, and fiercely loyal customers because of his awesome service.
I doubt this new shop will last over a year.
I usually go to the one of 50,000 every week for weekly shopping and getting out of the house. Plus, believe it or not, this town has better shops and a better mall. The other is a university town... one of the largest universities in the world, actually. Over the years I've grown to hate the students there as they walk out into oncoming traffic listening to their ipods and staring at their phones without a care in the world... I mean, why should they? If they get hit, it's my fault, right?
Anyway, I wanted to check this new game shop out since I had some spare time between work.
So I park my car and walk in. The store wasn't all that impressive, but I wasn't expecting too much since they just opened up about 5ish months ago. The shopkeep, obviously the owner, was going over rules for a boardgame with two kids that were also obviously his. There was a mother and her child at one of the tables in the back, two guys behind them sorting cards, and another girl at another table doing the same.
The owner asks if I'm looking for anything and I tell him I'm just looking around. He says to let him know if I need anything and goes back to going over rules with his kids.
So I'm in there for about 10 minutes browsing the Magic cards, looking for things to add to my deck when I spot a card I need (parallel lives) but he had no price on it. I walk back up to the counter and start looking through the packs. He had boxes from the current block and the last block, but I notice he also has some from an older block (Eldrazi), but the price on the box was covered by the rack.
Now in the 10 minutes I was doing this, the kid who was with his mother had asked the owner an obvious puzzling question about a sports card, so the owner is now on the computer and looking through his books looking for information. Being that I already felt awkward from the time I walked in the shop (you ever get that feeling when you meet someone for the first time that they simply don't like you because they have never seen you before? That's how I felt when I walked in. They gave me that vibe that I was an outsider and not welcome.) I was not really in the mood to interrupt him. So I wait at the counter... and wait... and wait... and wait... I move over to the side rack where the single cards were, obviously waiting... and waiting... and waiting...
All in all, I waited for 20 minutes. Owner never got up to help me, never asked if I needed anything, never bothered to look to make sure he didn't have a customer (at first I was standing by his register, and then 5 feet from him at the singles). The kicker is that I know one of the guys at the other table works at that shop by the questions he was asking owner, yet he too never bothered getting up to help me.
These cards were not that important to me, so I just left and I will not be returning. At the normal game shop I go to, the owner does everything he can to make his guests feel welcome, has a great stock, a big store, and fiercely loyal customers because of his awesome service.
I doubt this new shop will last over a year.
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