This place was horrible. When we went in, the only other people present were two of the workers. They never acknowledged us at all, not even a hello. That isn't bad as what happened after, though. The two workers were gossiping the whole time we were there, talking very loudly so that the whole shop could hear. The one woman in particular was telling a whole story about "having a three-way," innuendo intended. It was very imprudent of her to say such a story as a worker, and at a volume that customers could easily hear. Not to mention that immediately after that story, the same worker's phone rang and rang and rang forever with a song that was at the phone's top volume. After that was done, both workers started to get into an argument, with the one worker admonishing the other. Even if those workers were out of the equation, I'd still give this place a terrible review. Despite the fact that one of their signs say they "work hard" to maintain the shop, each room is littered and entangled in knickknacks that were spewed on the floor, jumbled, and unorganized. In addition to this hostile and dirty atmosphere, there were many disturbing objects, such as a jar filled with plastic baby heads. A lot of things were way overpriced or you couldn't find the price at all. A lot of things had fallen into disrepair. Overall, the quality and organization of all the objects was a slap in the face to the stories that each object had to tell. It looked as though the intention of the store was to have people buy something only to tear it apart and put it in a multimedia modern art project. The histories of the objects--and history in general, for that matter-- were trampled on by this store, replaced only with a gilded sense of splendor that held disrespect and apathy at its center. This place is terrible; it could only possibly be savored by the Karens of this world. read more
