I've never encountered a group of less helpful, snobby and outright rude employees in my 38 years of life.
It's completely dark except for spot lighting on certain clothing items. It feels like I might find someone having sex underneath the clothing tables.
It appears that they only hire primadonna rich kids with fake tans that need money to keep up their fashion habit.
If you ask if they might have any more sizes in the back, they say no, because they don't want to look. They don't wear name tags indentifying that they work there, I suppose because they don't want to be asked any questions. Seems to me like they are marketing the "private shopping" experience. You go in, find what you want, if it's available, you hunt someone down to let you into a dimly lit dressing room, and then you interrupt the clerk who is doing her nails to complete the purchase. They don't say thank you. They don't say goodbye. When you walk out the door with your bag of overpriced clothes and purposefully look them in the eye to solicit a greeting, they don't say a word.
They sell sex. They are owned by Abercrombie and Fitch. Their missions are the same.