Well, I went shopping today with middle son (my baseball player). He's doing workouts now w/ the high school team (try outs are in Feb, but do not expect to make the team if you haven't been doing the workouts). Oldest son is the only one willing to play catch with middle son, except that his glove is shot. So I went shopping for a new glove w/ middle son as advisor (oldest declined to come on the shopping excursion).
Shop A is at the end of the mall with an exterior entrance and you can't continue into the mall itself from that store. We walk in, head for the baseball equipment and start looking through the gloves (which are very poorly organized). Baseball equipment is loosely organized as when you walk down the aisle the bins on the left have gloves, the bats are on your right. As we're picking out gloves and middle son is slipping his hand into some to check the feel, I hear on the overhead "Baseball line 1". Shortly after that, a female clerk comes into the aisle, doesn't even speak to us, and just starts twisting bats around in their display holders. I was somewhat interested in looking at bats too and when I asked middle son about looking at bats, she seemed to hover *right* in my personal space (I mean, less than 12 inches from touching me). Both middle son and I felt like we were being suspected of being potential shoplifters. So we left, and I said out loud as we're leaving "Let's go, I don't appreciate being treated like I might be a thief."
So we go out of Shop A, and walk to the mall entrance. Shop B is inside the mall (no exterior entrance). We walk in, and are greeted by a female clerk who asks if we're looking for anything particular. I tell her we're looking for a glove for a left-handed player. She then directs us over to the area, and tells us that there is no back stock, but that if we see a style we like in the wrong size, she can call another store and see if they've got the one we need. Then she backs off and lets us browse. We look over about five gloves and find one that felt really nice, and decide that we'll get that one. Then we're walking by the bats, and decide to look at them. Clerk comes over and asks if we're interested in bats and says the display is locked but she can get the key if we want to look at a bat. We're still browsing, but she then goes off and does other stuff and lets us consider the bats until we decide there is one that we might want to get today. Another clerk (a guy, taller than the female clerks) comes over and asks if there's a particular bat we're liking, we id it, he gets it unlocked and hands the bat to middle son who moves over to a slightly open spot to give it a little bit of swing. Male clerk talks to us a little bit more about what was going on w/ the bat and whether it'd be the right one for middle son. We decide yes on the bat, the glove, and a heavy ball (some sort of training thing, it weighs 10oz, so basically double a regulation ball).
Unsurprisingly, Shop B made the sale today.
Shop A had only one glove that we thought might be suitable. Surprisingly, it wasn't any cheaper (though it wasn't as nice as the one we did buy) than the one we found in Shop B. I don't think I'll ever go back to Shop A even if they're giving stuff away.