Sweat Records Review

1 star you say? Yes. I did not come on here to write a review to bash a place, but the girl who was working here earned the 1 single star all by herself. And I truly hope that she reads this review, as well as the rest of Miami. I had high expectations for this store, and had been looking forward to shopping here for the last two weeks. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to make it to the store until 9:40pm, 20 minutes before closing time. That should be plenty of time to browse a few racks of records, right? Wrong. We were anything but welcomed when we walked into the store, receiving the "ugh' grunt from the girl working the register. We arrived at this establishment to spend money, and left with the feeling of never wanting to return. It began when my girlfriend ordered a coffee as we arrived, and the girl hesitated by saying "Well, I'm cleaning the coffee machine". You have a bright neon sign in the window advertising that you sell coffee...Do you think they say that at Starbucks? I get it, you don't like your job, but you just lost the store potential REGULAR customers. Nobody MADE you work there. You CHOSE to work at this record store. If I had a dollar for every time I stayed 1 minute past my shift at a job, I'd be a very, extremely wealthy man. Around 10pm, the "girl" and some man who seemed like the "owner" or "manager" of the store were making snarky remarks about it being 10pm, and I glanced their way as they said "oh, no we're not talking about you" Ok. Sure. I got the hint that it was 10pm, and I was just fiddling through a few more rows of Vinyl, while my friend was purchasing something at the same time, mind you...When the clock ticked to 10:05pm, I was approached by "the girl" who asked, "Have you found anything yet?" to which I replied, "Not yet, but I'm almost finished." Her reply "Well, it's 10:05pm and we've been closed for 5 minutes"....I quickly remarked "I get it, it's 5 minutes past your shift and you're ready to go home." I couldn't believe the co