{"id":10252,"date":"2011-12-25T16:20:01","date_gmt":"2011-12-25T20:20:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dubvlive.com\/blog\/?p=10252"},"modified":"2014-11-20T06:31:47","modified_gmt":"2014-11-20T10:31:47","slug":"elizabeth-s-s-review-of-cool-ridge-company","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/dubvlive.com\/blog\/2011\/12\/25\/elizabeth-s-s-review-of-cool-ridge-company\/","title":{"rendered":"Elizabeth S.’s Review of Cool Ridge Company"},"content":{"rendered":"

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12\/23\/2011 <\/em><\/p>\n

I’m about to go to Cool Ridge today or tomorrow for a holiday gift for my brother because it’s the only place in the area that I know of (I don’t live here, I’m only visiting) where I can get what he wants. But 1 star is for agreeing with the other commenter–they treat paying customers like criminals. I have had only one experience with Coolridge and here’s how it went.<\/p>\n

I had just left the clinic and I had a brown bag filled with condoms, birth control pills<\/a>,\u00a0 and urinary tract infection medicine inside of my purse (this matters later). When I entered the store, I was asked to check my purse. Knowing that most stores with security like this don’t actually (and shouldn’t) require women or men to hand over their purses, I did so anyway because mine was kind of large and I wanted to be in and out quickly. I went downstairs to purchase a pipe. Not only did I have to write down personal information with my name, address, and telephone number (all of which I fudged for the sake of–why the hell should I have to do that?) when I checked out with a pipe, but the girl working behing the counter was a frosty bitch about it. I joked with her and asked her if she was serious about making me fill out a form like this and she told me I was free to go to another store to purchase my tobacco pipe. I brushed it off and went upstairs to retrieve my purse and leave.<\/p>\n

I was handed my purse and when I walked out the door and the alarm went off. No idea why. Having worked at bag check when I was much younger and knowing the drill, I stood around the door and looked for an employee to reciprocally verify that I hadn’t taken anything that I hadn’t paid for. No one came. After a minute, I decided to leave the store, as many people do in these situations when an employee does not show up at the door to double check why the alarm went off.<\/p>\n

I was about half the way down the street when I noticed that a middle-aged man was racing toward me. He was yelling, causing a scene, and basically treating me, in public, like a thief who’d just casually walked out of his store. He demanded on the street that I show him the entire contents of my bag. As he went through my bag, including the brown bag with the condoms, birth control, and urinary tract infection medicine, I realized I was trembling from feeling violated. By no means did I have to show this man my bag, but he actually seemed crazy enough to call the cops on me if I didn’t and I didn’t want to deal with that. My privacy was totally violated and I haven’t forgotten the incident to this day. This was July 2010.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

12\/23\/2011 I’m about to go to Cool Ridge today or tomorrow for a holiday gift for my brother because it’s the only place in the area that I know of (I don’t live here, I’m only visiting) where I can get what he wants. But 1 star is for agreeing with the other commenter–they treat paying customers like criminals. I have had only one experience with Coolridge and here’s how it went. I had just left the clinic and I had a brown bag filled with condoms, birth control pills,\u00a0 and urinary tract infection medicine inside of my purse (this matters later). When I entered the store, I was asked to check my purse. Knowing that most stores with security like this don’t actually (and shouldn’t) require women or men to hand over their purses, I did so anyway because mine was kind of large and I wanted to be in and out quickly. I went downstairs to purchase a pipe. Not only did I have to write down personal information with my name, address, and telephone number (all of which I fudged for the sake of–why the hell should I have to do that?) when I checked out with […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":16,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"aside","meta":[],"categories":[14],"tags":[1004,191,732,1003,1005,226,1002],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/dubvlive.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10252"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/dubvlive.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/dubvlive.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/dubvlive.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/16"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/dubvlive.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10252"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"http:\/\/dubvlive.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10252\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15285,"href":"http:\/\/dubvlive.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10252\/revisions\/15285"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/dubvlive.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10252"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/dubvlive.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10252"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/dubvlive.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10252"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}