This place made me scramble like an egg, get folded like an omelet, and boil like a casserole. I went to this place in search of a new pair of Demonia platform boots (my ferret ripped up my current pair and I can't be seen wearing sneakers so). First of all I felt like the employees, who all looked like preppy teenage girls getting ready for a hot girl summer, were judging me because I am goth. I am NOT a fan of judgmental people, I believe judging somebody for who they were born to be is beyond worst than robbing a bank. So I didn't bother to ask them for anything because of the looks they gave me. The looks they gave me were dirtier than my stepmom's minivan. I went looking for the platform boots on my own because I don't talk to no-lifers like them. Emo life or no life. I looked in every aisle multiple times, and spent over an hour looking. But I was unable to find them, which proves that these preppy teens are over here discriminating against us goths. This made me so upset that I went to the back of the store where the high heels were, and where nobody else was. I mix matched ALL of the high heels in that aisle out of pure rage, my ADD, and my scoliosis. After I got my sweet vengeance, I trotted out of the store with glee, hoping that these poor, unfortunate souls would learn to not discriminate against goths.