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I thought I'd leave a review, before I Google a different place to shop, because although I'm 1 minute away, something inside of me just cracked and said, "Not today, Satan!". I hate this store. I hate the people who work here and they the vibes they put out. I'm 38 years old and believe me, I actually do have thick skin, but the way I feel after leaving this place every single time, isn't worth a little bit of weed. The moment you walk in to this place, you can't help but get the feeling that they already want you to leave and that they're going to be mildly and yet visibly annoyed that you might ask them a question. It's not just here, it's every Cana Cabana I've ever been to (which is wild, btw), this one being the worst offender due to proximity. I have a serious question for all of you: why do any of you work in customer service? Are there no other jobs in the city where your brand of passive aggression and misery could be put to better use? Does somebody break into your homes everyday and do something foul to your corn flakes that makes you carry on that foul mood for the rest of the business day? Inquiring minds want to know!
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