Dear Millcreek Gardens,

Today I was calling a few garden centers around town looking for some live Ladybugs to release into my garden to eat up any pesky bugs I might have.  Nobody had any Ladybugs on the south end of the valley and I knew Western Gardens by Trolley would, but I didn't feel like going downtown during rush hour.  So I called Millcreek Gardens, even though it wasn't really on my way home. 

They said they had the bugs and they were charging $10 for them, so I headed their way, way-way out of my way.  I arrived at the business and started walking around looking for the bugs, I noticed an old man that worked at the business watching me.  I walked around in circles a few times and he just stood there scowling at me, no "may I help you find something?" or anything just watched me and followed me around like I was a criminal.  I don't think I looked like a criminal I was wearing my office clothing, so I just shrugged it off and kept shopping, I saw a few seeds I wanted to buy and picked them up, still being follow, I obviously was looking for something but the old guy didn't offer to help, just kept giving me the stench-eye.

Finally I found a refrigerator that lead me to believe by the signs that Ladybugs were inside, alas there were none to be bought. I asked the old man "hey, you out of Ladybugs?"

"We're out!" he replied very unhappily.

"Really", I laughed "did you run out in the last 5 minutes?"

"No, been out for weeks."

"Well I just called you, and I was told that you had them in stock so I drove across town just to come here and you don't even have them, thanks a bunch."

He got red in the face and yelled at me "WHO DID YOU CALL?!"

Calmly I replied, "this business, Millcreek Gardens. Whoever answered said you had Ladybugs, that's why I'm here."

"Nobody told you that!  We don't have them!"

"Ok, fine." I said, and I dropped the package of basil seeds I was going to buy on top of the fridge, "Well I'm not going to buy anything from you."  As I was walking out the door he was grumbling at me, I couldn't understand what he was saying, didn't care I wasn't ever coming back here again.

As I was pulling out of the parking lot I noticed the old man was behind my vehicle, with pen and paper writing something down, most likely my license plate.  I do not know why, I don't want to speculate, but I really can't understand what good would come of him calling in my plates, I did nothing wrong.

Nice work Millcreek Gardens, way to run a shop, someone better lock that old man down he's a loose cannon.

So I went to Western Gardens, they had the bugs, big on them.

This is how you Yelp.