Pier 1 Imports

Every few years I give Pier 1 another chance, and then I remember why I don’t go to Pier 1. It’s the store your Nana would shop at if only she were still alive, god rest her soul, and it was still 1975.
I went in to this location the other day with a list of 11 things to look for, which hit almost every department of the store, and I couldn’t find a single thing to my liking. (One of the items was an extra chair, but at this location their entire stock of chairs is up on the wall so high you can’t even see them, much less reach them to try them out. So maybe one of those chairs would’ve been perfect! I’ll never know, at least until I start taking Human Growth Hormone.)
The Pier 1 of my childhood at least had bargain prices on many items. That was their schtick: they imported in lots from odd places of the world and had unusual items that were frequently cheaper. There was some adventure to the place in that sense. But the stock now isn’t priced particularly well, and is entirely not to my taste.
As I was wandering around the store looking for items, wondering why I couldn’t find _​anything_​that was going to suit me, I realized I hadn’t been asked if I needed help by any of the clerks. Not once. It’s not for lack of looking confused and in need of help, trust me. And then after I realized I hadn’t been asked, I considered asking them, but couldn’t get anybody’s attention. Then I went and stood, motionless, looking around, in front of the checkstand area, and still nobody asked me. Then I started looking at who was getting asked if they needed help, and I realized it was the people not in my demographic. As in, people who had driver’s licenses in 1975.
The basic store gets three stars but the location gets the one subtracted for obliviousness in service.