Visited the local bike shop today. I am not a cyclist. But between a close family friend and @TunaAndCucumbers i had an idea what to look for.  Mind you I haven't ridden since I was little, I am a new customer, with a lifetime ahead to sell me gear, parts, services, etc... I arrive at the local bike shop, a few minutes from where I live now, and start browsing the aisles. I am completely ignored for a good 10 to 15 minutes, until a small fat walks up and asks if he can help me. "Yes I am looking at bikes, and have a little bit of an idea lf what I am looking for." "What are you looking at?"  "Start with the Muirwood 29?" "You mean the 700? Cause the Muirwood we have is right here (right in front of me) and it is small for you.  We have this instead, it is the same, but no disk breaks." I asked about the breaks, he just says "rim breaks, im going to be in the store if you need anything" And off the small fat waddles.  No "we can get it in for you" no "here are other bikes to look at that are comparable" no questions over my intended use or goals. Just a basic "fuck off im gonna go and sit by the fan." Stupid fatty, I have disposable income and i am very brand loyal and tend to pick local shops (miss my outfitters in Cincinnati, used to just chill there for hours and shoot the shit).  REI here I come.