TK Maxx

I’m quite a patient person. I’ve been known to suffer fools, give the benefit of the doubt and I’m usually the last person to realise someone’s not worth the time. But TK Maxx, please, for the love of all that is good and pure, do something about your changing room attendant.
First I assumed he was anally retentive. He insisted I placed all my items on a clothes rail while he counted them. Then, the interrogation. Ooh, I have my nose pierced! Like people from India do! Well, indeed, it’s part of modern Indian culture, originated in Middle Eastern nomadic tribes apparently. Right, now gimme my clothes.
«Are you from India?»
«Er, no. I’m from here. Just here.»
«So why is your nose pierced?»
Are you serious? Let me in the changing room.
«You just like it?»
Oh no, I hate it. I had a needle inserted into my nostril for a dare. Yes I freaking like it, why the hell else would I be wearing it? Give me my clothes NOW!
«Yes. It was something I’d wanted done for about ten years.» A meek answer finally got me into the changing room. Now, this should be another five star update. I had found two pairs of Diesel jeans, each worth over £200, TK Maxx price £40, clearance prices £9 and £10. You don’t get that every day. So what if they’re teeny tiny sizes that make you feel like you’ve expanded a la Violet Beauregarde, I’ll just make sure I lie down when I zip them up. Either that or it’s true what they say, Unilocal increases your appetite… Anyway, after being bruised by the security tags several times, I made my exit. Sure enough, Creepy McCreeperson was schmoozing… wait for this… a mother and daughter. BOTH of them.
As I left I was asked more questions. Where am I from? My face looks representative of a mixture of origins. It just didn’t seem to end. I was so perturbed by this, I mentioned it to my friend who’d also been browsing and trying on clothes. «Oh, the guy’s unstoppable,» he said. «He completely ignores the men. He’s all over the women.»
So there you have it. Proof that this guy isn’t sociable or friendly, proof that he isn’t just doing his job by engaging the general public in small talk… he’s — just — chatting — up — females. Ladies, if you’re ever in Regent Retail Park’s branch of this double-​dip recession-​proof beast, by all means gather up the bargain jeans, but avoid the changing rooms. Seriously, it’s like they hired Lindsay Lohan as the driver of a giant truck delivering alcohol and pharmaceuticals or something.
That said, three reasons I can never NOT shop at TK Maxx:
1) Amazeballs cookware (and sometimes random American food products, like Jelly Belly beans)
2) Bear Paws boots every winter
3) One of a mere three of four shops in the whole of Mancunia that stocks my bra size. Yeah, I’m looking at you, H&M, you discriminatory Swedes. Thanks TK Maxx.

By far the best TK Maxx in the North West — the quality of men’s clothing is infinitely better than in the City Centre shop, which is, itself, light years ahead (in clothing terms) of other TK Maxx shops in the region (Stoke’s branch is a particular letdown).
Probably 50% of the shirts, tops, and t-​shirts in my wardrobe were bought in this store and 100% of my undies and socks.
Around 2 years ago, this branch took regular delivery of Diesel clothing (jeans, in particular), but no more, which is a great shame. The jeans section in TK Maxx, as with the formal shirt section, remains extremely poor. Unless you’re a farmhand with a penchant for lary designer denim overalls. I’ve never bought footwear from ‘The Maxx’, but the selection is getting better, particularly in this branch.
Always worth a visit.

Agreed. The most organized TK Maxx ever. I’m generally a fan of TK Maxx anyway, because I fail to see how the quality is any worse than places like TopMan and Next. It irritates me that these places are so much more expensive, just because the shops are organized in a more fashionable way. They are able to charge over the odds because you want to look like the models and manikins in the window. However, you can achieve this for much less money at TK Maxx. The problem is, if you’re like me, you need the models to show you how you want to look, because you’ve got no dress sense whatsoever.
Here at the Salford TK Maxx, everything is not kept in an infinite amorphous pile, but is arranged, well, pretty much like any other clothes shop. As I said though, I’ve got no dress sense whatsoever, so whilst I can navigate this shop better than I can other TK Maxx’s, I still need a girlf with me to tell me what might look good, or more importantly, what looks absolutely awful.
Its also got a good selection of non-​clothes. These are usually not great quality but they are absolutely ideal for presents for those not-​so-​close family members that you don’t quite know what to get /​don’t quite have the money to get them something good!
Basically its perfect if you want to dress yourself without being ripped off! Sounds good to me.

I once decided to walk from work (Salford Quays) into town down the canal. Unfortunately, I think I forgot to cross over a bridge somewhere, and I accidentally ended up at this TK Maxx. Fortunately, as Emma-​Louise rightly states, this is the best TK Maxx in the world ever.
I think this is mainly due to the fact it is much quieter than any other TK Maxx I’ve been in, meaning that the clothes are displayed in a much more orderly fashion. Not to appear snobby (OK, I know I sound like a snob) but my theory about there being so many more pairs of bargainous designer jeans here than in any other TK Maxx is that the majority of Salfordians probably feel more at home in a pair of tracky bs therefore leaving the best of the bargains untouched for visitors from the other side of the river. Maybe.
The baby section here is much larger than that of Market Street’s TK Maxx, which proved useful when my little nephew was born, as well as large and well-​stocked accessory and homeware departments.
Worth the walk.