The sales representative at the store began the normal questioning about my wedding; when it was, where it would be held, etc. When I told her it was in Mexico. She went off about how dangerous it was, interrupted when I tried to explain my history there. Insisting it was an attack waiting to happen. Okay, right to her opinion (although a place of business isn't the right forum), but come on, the store is between Sherbrook and Furby! Seriously...I'll take my chances. And to top it off, I'm holding a dress and she still walks away without asking if I might want to try it on.