My last foray into GC was to buy a budget gig bag to get the precision bass I was buying home safe.
It was during the day around noon so I hoped I'd be spared the cacophony of the guitards playing the latest drek from Rob Zombie, Avengedsevenfold, or Enter Sandman at stadium volumes- all at the same time over each other.
I was wrong.
I couldn't find the case and bag section- it was against the wall parallel to the entrance and had to ask the girl at the counter. Nose ring, tongue stud, hair shaved on one side with steps cut into the temple, looked like natural color was dark brown or black but was mostly purple with streaks of magenta, black lipstick, heavy eyeliner, a leather choker and velvet bustier top with a microminiskirt.
Asked her where the gig bags were, and she just looked at me blankly. I explained what it was, and said "Usually with the cases and stuff."
She said "Oh, yeah OK. Accessories are along that wall."
Walked over and immediately found what I was after. Came back to the counter and she was talking to a kid (who obviously worked there since he was wearing a GC polo, that looked like it hadn't been washed lately and when he wasn't wearing it was keeping it balled up in the back seat of his 30 year old Camaro) with long greasy blonde hair (hadn't been washed since the shirt had).
Miss nose ring was complaining about a migraine. Long hair said "You know what I've heard cures them?" Nose ring asked what, and he said "Orgasms."
Nose ring said "I won't be off work until closing." Long hair said "Well, you've got a break coming up. Just go to the bathroom and rub one out."
To nose ring's credit she blushed as she asked me "Find what you were looking for?"
I was embarrassed for them, and I'm in my early 40's and definitely not a prude. Worked in bar/restaurants for 25 years, and the stuff staff talked about amongst themselves was even worse.
Shouldn't be surprised, since I'm sure the mcwage earners these days haven't been taught what's appropriate for the workplace and what isn't.