Complaint Review: Fidelity Investments

I came in for help on an investment and found myself before this brown haired middle-aged man with a toothy grin, the kind of grin you expect to find on the face of a used car salesman.  The first thing I noticed was that his eyes wandered to my blouse.  He was looking me up and down in what was supposed to be a serious business meeting.  I had the impression that he wasn't listening to a word he said.  Quickly, he began talking about himself in this unprofessional sounding back east accent.  I think he was more interested in a date with my b***s than helping with my investment.  I cut the meeting short and left.  I thought neanderthal went extinct a long time ago, but it looks like I was mistaken.