52nd City

Plain Jane Tries to Buy a Sofa

A friend of mine has a great couch. Soft, big, easy to clean, throw pillows, the works. I wanted one just like it and was pleased to learn that posession of said couch required just a few minutes drive to a store called Good Works, located in the Loop.

Wearing my ususal uniform of jeans and a t-shirt, I traipsed down Delmar and into the store, wallet in hand.

I'm a Rambo-type, decisive shopper. I go in, make my move and get out as quickly as possible. Buying a previously identified piece of furniture shouldn't have taken me any longer than the time necessary to fill out delivery information and swipe my Visa.

Not so.

I was blatantly ignored by three sales associates on a none-too-busy afternoon. Funny, though. When the Hollister and Abercrombie set hit the doors, the sales floor seemed to be a-buzz with helpfulness.

I was willing to wait it out a little bit and even found a bed that struck my fancy. Finally, when I was the only customer remaining in the store, I approached a clerk with a rather tentative, "Excuse me." She didn't even stop moving away while sneering, "Do you have a question?" Gone, she was, by the time I recovered sufficiently to answer in the affirmative. The Trio of Aloofness huddled behind the desk, no doubt lamenting a total absence of sales from the mall-clad, and recently departed, H&M group.

I also left, but in a cloud of indignation. I was there to buy! I didn't just stumble in, killing time while the rest of my party was trying to buy "urban hipster" clothes at Rag-O-Rama!

Their website states:

We Are Under Construction

Thanks, and we look forward to seeing you!
The Good Works Staff

Riiight.

Good Works, bad attitude. Really unfortunate about the couch (and bed).