If you're making $30,000 at some dead-end job, have no plans on the weekends, and haven't gotten laid since the Bush administration, then you have no business being treated like a VIP. And yet, you cop so much gear from this one store that as soon as you walk in the door, they salute you like a don. Your favorite drinks are poured, beautiful sales girls fawn over you, and you get to live that luxe life...until you complete your purchases and walk back out.