Back when I was in high school about 10 or so years ago, Abercrombie and Fitch was THE place to shop. It had attractive sales associates, a not so overpowering odor and I was able to hear myself talk with my friends.
Today, I went with the BF to the one on 5th Ave and, well, wanted to die. The place is more like Club Abercrombie than a store. I walked in and was instantly hit with the smell of their cologne; the word subtle does not come to mind. The music is blaring so much that I asked my boyfriend to repeat himself at least twice every time he spoke. And the most bizarre thing of all is that there are employees dancing at the bottom of every staircase, as if they were hired for the sole purpose to dance, not sell.
Needless to say I left the store with a migraine.
Melissa Montgomery
