Supplement Superstore

I am what’s called a mission shopper. I want eggs, so I go and I buy eggs. I don’t impulse buy or wander. I’m not especially price sensitive.
I went to supplement superstore on the recommendation of a friend to replace a supplement I was out of. I found it, and I bought it. Them the guy behind the counter (the owner I assume) started talking to me. He, in a totally not overbearing way, asked why I was taking it and what I was trying to achieve. We ended up chatting for about 15mins and he upsold me (not pushed, but made me see the value of a complementary product) a second product and left me with the words «if you ever want to come in and have a chat about your fitness and supplements, come in, man. Even if you don’t want to buy anything, just come have a chat». Seems like he loves what he does.
Prices are great and service is exceptional.

Okay, don’t judge. I hear you judging. Alright, go ahead.
The shopfront of Supplements Superstore is bursting with well-​oiled muscles, just like the shop owner (though somewhat less oiled, thankfully).
I get an odd look from the one other customer as I wander in wearing my favourite floral dress, and looking decidedly NOT like a body builder. The owner greets me, probably recognising me from my last visit to buy a pile of protein shakes in garishly coloured cartons.
I have no need to go into the back room, which is a warehouse space with shelves of two kilo+ sized buckets and bags of various muscle building supplements.
I stay in the front room, looking for a supplement called L-​Carnitine, a very handy little powder with lots of potential benefits (not that I’ve been using it consistently enough to really tell). Their prices here are remarkably cheaper than elsewhere I’ve bought weight-​loss and protein boosting whatnots. They also have about five different varieties of it. The owner recommends the lemon flavoured version, but I stick to the only-​slightly-​icky devil I know.
The owner recommends a no-​fat powder mix for making pancake snacks, and while I’m tempted, I just take my powder and a Cookies ‘n’ Cream shake from the fridge. Mistake. Should have stuck with the chocolate.
Their website claims to sell their products at internet prices, which I believe. It’s definitely handy to have a real person to talk to if you’re serious about your muscles. (NB: I am not in this category — a girl just needs to trim down before Christmas, OK? **sidles out of store**)