Belmar is a horrible place to shop. Drivers ignore the crosswalk, people in the stores don't make eye contact when they mash their carts into you, and Ross Dress for Less has a butch security guard with a mohawk. For some reason, this shopping area attracts a lot of screaming kids and grim shoppers. I remember when this place was a open field. My Uncle Howard and his crew put the fence up around it.
On March 31 at 4:30 p.m. I was taking back a computer case that stunk to high heaven and exchange it for something less fragrant. The security guard made me feel like I was planning, was about to, or had shoplifted, and I fled. Other than the movie theatre across the street, I hate Belmar.
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