Bealls

This ship is sinking so fast I’m afraid the lights will go out before I check out. 25 year old clothes no person wants cheap logos on ugly colors and styles. Sell this company fast!

What. The. Hell.
One, I didn’t know this place still existed, nor that Austin has like four of them.
Two, people still shop at department stores? Isn’t that what internet was going to get rid of?
So, Girl Kid get some clothes for her birthday. She turned ten, so family bought her «size ten» clothes. The kid wears like a seven. So, we head to Bealls to exchange them.
We pull up in the dank and frightening parking lot, and go inside quickly, because I don’t want to get shot. I asked the lady for an exchange. She was so confused, as if I told her that her butt had just fallen off. Whatever that means. Anyway, she was confused.
I told her the items were gifts, but too big, so store credit would be fine and thanks so much.
Half an hour later, she figured it out.
Girl Kid walks through Bealls, with kind of a sad look on her face, trying to pick out something from the like five choices. She sees Converse. Check. And finally settles on some sparkly shit.
Wait another ten minutes for lady to ring us up. She tried to give me a coupon book for my next visit. No thanks. Then, the exchange wasn’t the same as the store credit, but I told her to keep the difference on the card, because I’m not ever stepping foot in another Bealls.
Bealls = WalMart + Ross + Some kind of Ghetto Devil, if that can be a real thing for the purpose of this review.

Sometimes it doesn’t pay to be cheap. I was in Georgetown on Monday and made a few stops while a friend was in a job interview. Couple of pawn shops and the Bealls. I saw really cool shirt but for some reason I just didn’t want to spend the money.
By Tuesday I had decided to go buy the shirt at my local Bealls off South Lamar. Neither that location or the Southpark Meadows had that shirt! I’ve already spent $ 30 on gas, so I asked an associate to call to see who had the shirt. I ended up at the Berkman Dr. Bealls with the shirt on hold.
Nice shade in the parking lot; I was in and out quickly with my new shirt. The staff was friendly although somehow my held shirt made in back onto the rack with my name and phone number still attached to the tag. Prolly the only time Ol’ Rooster with visit this location; three stars for no bullet holes in my car