D-Tox

So straight up? I have no idea what this store is, what it sells, or why I would ever go into it again. But what I do know is that one of their staff gave me the most surprisingly good customer service throughout an entire day of popping into stores on the hunt for great costume components. Before I even stepped in the store, I knew I wasn’t part of the target demographic which seems to be grunge, hip teenagers. In fact, I’ve NEVER been part of that demographic. But in this case, I figured it might be the one place to carry long, skinny 80s scarves which as I found at about hour four of looking, at not easy to come by.
There was a group of folks who looked the part toward the back of the store which from their conversations turned out to be half staff, and half friends of staff (or off-​duty). Even though they were in their own little bubble, one immediately broke away to welcome me to the store and didn’t do so begrudgingly as I remember doing from my own days in retail. (That’s right — when it seems like the staff hate you, it’s because they probably do.)
This cool chick ended up humouring my ill-​fated accessory adventure, showed me what they did have, suggested alternatives, and even helped me think through other store options and more crafty ideas. Even though none of her in-​store suggestions worked (as we both agreed), her enthusiasm and attention was completely unexpected and BEYOND appreciated in the middle of a long day of eyerolls, ‘meh’ expressions, and «unless you saw it on the shelves, we don’t have it“s from behind the cash.
Rock on, D-​Tox. If I ever need to pull a Drew Barrymore in Never Been Kissed, I’m coming for you.