Spirit Halloween Store

Ripppoffff!

I went to the store in La Jolla to buy a costume for my 12 year old daughter. The selection was HORRIBLE, the prices were ridiculous and the quality was bottom of the barrel. The choices for a young pre-​teen girl were either little kids baby costumes or ultra sexy numbers that looked like they belong on a hooker. We found one that was not too awful but it was $ 60 and the quality was worse than drugstore. I asked an employee if there was anything in between little kids and xxx-​adult. I thought there was probably another section I was missing. She said, no that is all they carry now. Went to Party City and found they had a much better selection, the prices were 20−30% less and the quality was much better. Don’t waste your time. Nothing but overpriced garbage there.

Can someone tell the costume makers that they need to cool it with sexy costumes? Who thought up Sexy Sponge Bob Squarepants? Seriously? Not funny and definitely not sexy. I thought about wearing the Sexy Police Office costume over the Sexy Square Pants costume for some post-​modern irony but instead I just went as a witch.

This place is terrible. In fact, I think terrible is an understatement. This place is fuckshitassbitchsuckmyween-​irific.
My bad for waiting until the LAST second to look for a costume shop, but I had no idea how bad I’d fucked up until I strolled through the Spirit Store about 30 minutes ago.
The place was a mad house. It kinda reminded me of that Will Smith movie «I Am Legend» where everybody freaks the FUCK out to get out of Manhattan before they get wiped out by a lethal air-​born agent. I wish I could tell every person I encountered just a short time ago…
IT’S JUST HALLOWEEN, YOU LUNATICS!!!
You’d think toxic nerve gas had just been released and the only safe harbor was some cheese-​dick costume shop located a stone’s throw from Wal Mart and Pick Up Stix.
There were crying babies, adults fighting over super hero outfits, grown women cutting in line, employees fighting over breaks and overall CHAOS. It was so jam-​packed inside that place, they had a line around the building just to get IN the store to shop! You gotta be shittin’ me, son!
It was frankly impossible to find a quality costume. Either they were torn apart by wild animals, blood thirsty for a Macho Man Randy Savage get-​up, or they were thrown on the ground like deadly land mines. There was absolutely ZERO organization inside this joint.
I walked away with nothing for Halloween, but I did attain record high blood pressure and enough cross contamination to keep me sick until 2047.
Happy Halloween!