Forever 21

My story is not so much about the clothes, more about the staff.
I am aware that Forever 21 is a cheap store. I don’t buy anything there that’d I’d want to last — and in fairness — that is why they are dirt cheap.
The store is usually a mess, and you can never find anything at the actual store that you find online.
However, the attitude the staff has is ridiculous. I wanted a top that was up high, and after spending 10 minutes looking for someone that worked there (other than the one cashier — but more on that later), I found no one. So I grabbed one of those long hook things and got my top down. Well no sooner had I done that, then some underfed 15 year old popped up behind me in her 6 layers and modern «grunge» look to chastise me for touching company property. I simply smiled and said, «Sorry, but I couldn’t find anyone that worked here who was willing to help.» She smirked and off to the fitting room I went.
Now, I don’t know ifyou’re familiar w/​their dressing rooms, but they don’t have locks. Sure enough, Holly Happy Pants puts me in the fitting room directly across from the opening of the fitting room area, meaning, one clutzy pant leg bounce and I would be laying on my ass in front of a bunch of Beliebers. I kindly said, «Excuse me, may I please have a fitting room that is not in front of the line?» She looked at me as though I had just pooped in her Dooney & Burke bag and moved me to a different room.
After trying on my items I made my way to the most feared area of the store, the line. For some reason F21 does not believe in having more than one cashier. I think their theory is, the longer they keep you in line, the more likely you are to buy their crappy flats and mirrors lining the checkout line.
The poor guy, yes guy, ringing us all up somehow was managing to stay cheery. Finally, this tall skinny broad w/​dark hair, sighed as though the entire weight of the world had recently been transferred to her by Atlas, and called «Next». I shuffled up to her, smiled and and handed over my items.
When she asked if I wanted Debit or Credit on my card she turned her back to me so i had ask her to repeat herself, at which point she must have thought that I was both hearing impaired and mentally disabled because she did the, «DEH-​BIT or CRE-​DIT» slow motion thing. I smiled again and said «Debit». She then didn’t bother to fold anything and shoved them haphazordly into the bag, and all but chucked it at me. NO «Have a nice day». The worst part, she is the ASSISTANT MANAGER!
What a sad sack of uselessness.