I don't want to say the clientele is worrying, but my initial reaction on walking in to the store was to wonder if I took a wrong turn and ended up at a parole office. I haven't seen so many sagging pants since high school.
The store section is somewhat organized but lots of things are tossed into bins that may or may not even have a label. There was one poor young man running around lamenting that only he and 3 other people in the entire facility had any real technical knowledge. That might explain some of it.
One of the staff walked me back so I could personally see that my old computer was put into recycling. On the way back I noticed a small room that listed out what kind of crimes you could be convicted of and still vote, and what local businesses were known to harbor felons. #YIKES!
They also want to charge extra for CRT televisions and monitors (the old-fashioned kind) so I will have to disassemble my ancient 60 inch TV and dispose of it piece by piece each week. Not gonna be a fun time but I'm not paying $60 to throw away an old TV that doesn't even work.
In the end this place is like a hospital. You might need to use it, but you won't like it, and it isn't a place to make friends. read more