Ughhh! I am going to restrict my American Apparel shopping to the internet. When I spotted this shop, I thought it was a fake! I never imagined the stores would look like a cross between a broken-down bodega, a Plato's Closet, and a Salvation Army. I was actually waiting for the smell of mothballs and \"the indignant\" to overwhelm my senses. \n\nI picked-up the usual goodies (like knee-high sporty-socks and ironic scrunchies), but as I was swiping my card, I had the feeling of being INSANELY ripped off. This was a $60.00 bill for something I could probably get for $10.00 at a flea-market (there is always some crazy tube-sock dude at those places). Sometimes, the environment can really affected one's perception of the product. (I think we have all bought an obscenely priced pair of sunglasses because a really \"nice\" sales associate knew just how to sweet-talk us ... umm, that will never happen here. So, no worries about that. I hardly heard the \"cashier's\" voice ... SHE LITERALLY just said the total. End of conversation. Where is the manager here?). \n\nThe place was less-than-clean (seriously, it's called a Swiffer, put down the iPhone and use it), poorly organized, less-than-inspiring (bare walls and metal hooks) and staffed by people who clearly don't want to work there. (Put down the phone, try a greeting, attempt a smile, ask your customers if they need help, clean a little, thank a customer when he/she makes a purchase, and grow the &$%# up!)\n\nWhat a waste of space (we were the only people in there ... maybe because there are REALLY nice stores on The Strip with SUPER friendly employees). Seeing this made me lose complete respect for this brand. (And, employees, the place isn't hipster chic ... it's dirty and ugly. I know it may be difficult for you to tell the difference, so just ask yourself, if your stupid iPhone fell on the floor, would you put it back up to your face, or would you drop it in a vat of Purell? Yep, there you go! Get cleaning! And, try it with a smile.)