I have a morbid fear of shops. My doctor has recommended various treatments - the latest one being "just fuck off and stop bothering me"
Anyway, I have never had any problem at Condor, for example, where the assistant was quite happy to set up a sort of winch and pulley system from the clothing department to the street so that he could send out a couple of pairs of bib shorts for me to try on. Grant, the manager, was even willing to stand next to me and preserve my modesty with a large beach towel while I changed.
But not Tokyo Fixed. No matter how much I stood outside and shouted for someone to bring me a bike - and one in my size, please! - they could not be bothered to help. I could see them in there, looking at me. Don't tell me they were busy answering e-mails.
They just don't care.
I have a morbid fear of shops. My doctor has recommended various treatments - the latest one being "just fuck off and stop bothering me"
Anyway, I have never had any problem at Condor, for example, where the assistant was quite happy to set up a sort of winch and pulley system from the clothing department to the street so that he could send out a couple of pairs of bib shorts for me to try on. Grant, the manager, was even willing to stand next to me and preserve my modesty with a large beach towel while I changed.
But not Tokyo Fixed. No matter how much I stood outside and shouted for someone to bring me a bike - and one in my size, please! - they could not be bothered to help. I could see them in there, looking at me. Don't tell me they were busy answering e-mails.
They just don't care.