Today I ventured out with my youngest who at times can be a complete handful in a store. He went running in and looking for the red jar of syntha 6 for my husband helps build a skinny guy up. Working wonders for him. Then I planned on getting his vitamins and the kids. It was going to be a 100.00 visit easy.
I had the guy Anthony follow me around the store, Just being rude. I should mention he is the manager of the store. You would have thought I looked like I was getting ready to steal seriously. He yelled at Nathan for touching a shelf. Strike One, set him straight on that.
Strike 2 was consistently following me and telling me I was buying the wrong product. I turned around finally told him I was buying the same things I bought in CT and Step off.
Strike 3 the biggest strike yet was when I was getting ready to check out. I am the first to admit I am fat. At the same time I am working my ass off to loose my weight. There is a line of 5 people behind. He asked if I found everything. Duh I am in line. I have what I wanted. I am still stewing over his next comment “do you think you might want something to help with that flabby stomach?” huh? Did you really just say that to me. The guy behind gasped so I know it was. I asked him to repeat I must have miss understood. He repeated. “Do you want something to help with that flabby stomach?” I grabs Nate’s hand Throw my wallet in my purse turn and walk away humiliated.
He was the manager and the lack of the professionalism in the Summerville GNC is enough to turn my off from buying the GNC again. I have talked to the makers of Syntha and found where I can buy them. Vitamin world has the rest of the stuff I needed. I have call into the district manager and corporate. I am not happy. Not only that way to tear a mom down.
So that set off my mood for a craptastic day.