Comptoir des cotonniers

Having come this day to buy Christmas presents with my brother (he is disabled and moves in a wheelchair), we were welcomed by the salesgirl, a dynamic blonde lady in her forties. So far all was well. She even gave us some nice advice while being busy trying on another client. It is the moment of paying that everything spoils, alas. We offer to collect the other client at the same time as ours, the counselor makes his package before ours and gives it to him. This is not already very correct, because we had, in addition, been cashed before, I leave to go for another race. When I found my brother, stupor: the two tops and the scarf bought were folded and folded like tissues to fit in poorly closed glove boxes because of the size of the tissues, without gift boxes, with just a "tote bag "as a gift package ... while we said it was presents. Would the "charming" saleswoman have benefited from the fact that, being my brother PMR, he could not have seen her make the "packages"? Was it because we also bought some promotional items? Mystery. What is certain is that they are not a way worthy of Comptoir. I am much better welcomed rue du Temple.

Beautiful collections, more or less good reception depending on the vendors present ...

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