Trump Store — Local services in Sevierville

I will start by saying that I was very disappointed in the selection and mostly the loud and obnoxious employee. I would have rated a "zero" if I could. I am going to order online. The older man working at this store was one of the rudest persons that I have ever come across. He was on the phone the entire time that I was in the store talking to a woman and he had the call on speaker phone so that we could all hear the conversation. He was obviously hard of hearing and kept asking the women to repeat herself. She was making quite a large order and when she asked him to go and see if they had a Trump stuffed bear, he mumbled a comment that I can't repeat under his breath and just walked away. You could hear the woman on the other end of the phone asking, "are you there" a number of times. He never said that he was walking away and ignored her asking if he was there. He seemed angry and I ended up leaving because he was so incredibly inappropriate. If he is an employee, the owner needs to fire him. If he is the owner, he needs to check himself. Don't give him your business. He IS NOT a good representation of an American. A number of other shoppers also left when they heard his loud and...

Visited out of sheer curiosity and possibly poor judgment and left wondering if I’d accidentally stepped into a time machine set permanently to 2016. You know, back when logic took a long vacation and never came back.

They proudly call this place a “patriotic store,” which is hilarious considering half the merchandise is Made in China. Nothing screams “America First” like importing your freedom-themed shot glasses and trucker hats from the very country you’re supposedly boycotting. The irony is so thick, it should be sold by the pound maybe next to the knockoff golden statues of a man whose followers somehow confuse volume with virtue.

The store is cluttered, overpriced, and feels less like a retail space and more like a shrine to delusion. A full-on political echo chamber where facts go to die and logic is actively repelled. Staff were about as welcoming as a brick wall and had all the warmth of a January blizzard. When I asked about the return policy, I was met with a blank stare so intense, I half-expected them to start reciting a conspiracy theory instead of giving...

Heavens to Betsy! I stopped in here to use the restroom. Upon entering, I was greeted with a sight not even 20 years in the Navy had prepared me for. It seems a warlock of sorts was stirring an extremely large, bubbling cauldron of diabolically smelly slop in the middle of the store. It was neon green and oozing a thick liquid onto the floor with a dark steam coming from the top. To my horror a coven of boomers dressed like members of Trumps cabinet writhed around the large black pot chanting in tongues. They then began chucking raw and mushy onions at each other. Maybe as a coven ritual, I’m frankly not sure. I stood in shock then ran out. I rebuke whatever was...