Worst customer service.
I recently stepped into my neighborhood vintage clothing store to be greeted by the arrogance of young, snotty emo kids that think their sh*t doesn't stink. I had a ton of clothes that I was going to see about selling, but instead, I was bombarded with attitude by a teeny bopper named Tommy. So turned off by the whole rag-o-rama experience, I decided to give the clothes to charity. So, at the end of the day, maybe it was for the best that Tommy gave off so much attitude.