Home Despot is more or less my forsworn enemy. May they burn in heck.
-No pool chemicals. The store manager once told me that pool chemicals were not permitted to be sold at hardware stores in Massachusetts. Funny, since Lowe's and Aubuchon both carry pool chemicals. I'm not very' stupid, if you don't have 'em, just say, "Sorry, we don't carry those, try (other store)" and send me on my merry way.
-Overpriced garden center. Potted fir tree at HD, December 2007: $140. Potted fir tree at Lowe's, December 2007: $20. Gee, I wonder where I'll get my holiday tree...
-Sales people ignore me at HD. Other hardware store customer service rankings: #1, Aubuchon, as their sales people make a point of greeting me and asking if I need help in person and then, yanno, helping me. #2, Lowe's because when I ring the bell, someone generally shows up and helps me out. #negative infinity, HD, because when their sales people aren't ignoring me, they're taking that "little lady, you don't know what you're talking about" attitude. Which is worse. I do actually know how to build and repair things. Most times, I do a better job than the so-called professionals who subcontract to their cousin's brother's nephew's boy who just fell off the turnip truck. I do not appreciate it when Turnip Boy gets all the attention from sales people, especially when I am prepared to spend a lot more at their store.
-They never seem to have things I need. It can be something as dumb as a 2 1/2" wood screw. They won't have it. There will be the shelf, with 1 1/2", 1 3/4, 2, 2 1/4...2 3/4, 3. I think they can hear me cussing at the lack of 2 1/2" wood screws all the way from my house, and they quickly scoop up their entire inventory at just that moment and hide it. Or, alternatively, they DO have the thing I need, just one, and it's been opened and returned because it was missing a piece or broken, and the idiots just put it right back on the sales floor. Option #3 is when they have what I need, I can see it in the aisle, and as soon as I walk in the general direction of the aisle, they choose just that moment to close the aisle and re-stock the shelves for the next hour or two. Repeated attempts to get sales staff to stop the darn fork-truck for ONE LOUSY MINUTE so I can, yanno, BUY something from them, are all in vain.