Never before have I received such horrid customer service. I was having a lovely day experiencing the great sights of Manchester after my 9 hour direct flight from Detroit Metropolitan Wayne County Airport in my native Michigan. After my big tour of the famous Northwest city I had worn out my shoes, so I decided to get a new pair in a local Footlocker. I entered, picked out a pair of sambas and went up to the checkout, where I was greeted by the absence of any living being. After an inexcusably long period of time I finally had a short, seemingly unaware woman come to my service. Her name was “JAM”, though I think I would have been better off with a jar of the condiment. She said hello to me, then began to perform some sort of uncomfortably rigid and robotic dance routine, completely ignoring any respect to my personal space. About halfway through she insisted I join in, when I refused she began hitting me with her pom-poms to the beat of the stores background music (A Fairytale of New York, if you as the reader find yourself curious). After about 20 minutes of what can only be described as mental and physical torture of the most painful degree, she finally gave me my shoes and added her 15% student discount (hence the lone star in my rating). I will not be returning.