Be very wary of having installation for exterior doors. After we bought multiple doors and paid for…read moreinstallation we notice another amount over $300. I asked what that was and was told it was just in case the door people have to fix or repair dry wall. We were told that we could request this money back from installers so we called multiple times, but could not get a response. When we didn't get response called home depot for help getting money back. Received a prompt call back but still have not gotten refund. I assume that because the installers weren't able to get additional payments from clients they just tack this on to everyone now but don't make good when they do not have to mess with dry wall. I hope it is not them trying to take advantage of old people. I need my money back.

shout out Sharlet at the paint section. Getting all the best deals. Give Sharlet a raise please.read more

Again I crossed beneath the furnace sky, The heat, though…read moreheavy, felt a gentler hand; And there within those aisles, calm and dry, I sought a humble bolt, as pilgrims planned. Sixty-eight cents, for three-sixteenths of steel, A relic small, as if the past were sweet, Like candy once sold by merchants who'd deal In simpler wares, before our age's deceit. Yet in the lot, where trucks hummed low and gray, A man in blue, his chest a logoed sea, Spoke of unions, prices, the Fed's great sway, And crypto bills that bind what once was free. He pressed in hand a list of podcasts, links, Modern tracts, like those the prophets made; And in my mind the sacred scroll now blinks-- Revelations, and Jesus, whip displayed. The temple's tables, overturned with wrath, The dollar's ghost, the "greenback's" fragile path. And yet, I left with only what I sought: A bolt, not soda, though the thirst was strong. For in such errands, oddly, I am taught That even common days to verse belong. Again I crossed beneath the furnace sky, The heat, though heavy, felt a gentler hand; And there within those aisles, calm and dry, I sought a humble bolt, as pilgrims planned. Sixty-eight cents, for three-sixteenths of steel, A relic small, as if the past were sweet, Like candy once sold by merchants who'd deal In simpler wares, before our age's deceit. Yet in the lot, where trucks hummed low and gray, A man in blue, his chest a logoed sea, Spoke of unions, prices, the Fed's great sway, And crypto bills that bind what once was free. He pressed in hand a list of podcasts, links, Modern tracts, like those the prophets made; And in my mind the sacred scroll now blinks-- Revelations, and Jesus, whip displayed. The temple's tables, overturned with wrath, The dollar's ghost, the "greenback's" fragile path. And yet, I left with only what I sought: A bolt, not soda, though the thirst was strong. For in such errands, oddly, I am taught That even common days to verse belong. Edit: I also donated $.32 to a nonprofit. USO I think? Pic attached

Bring a truck at least, won't cut boards down for you, really unhelpful. Dont waste your time, go…read moresomewhere else.

Blaine's Farm and Fleet is your go to store for multitude of home, farm and animal / pet products…read more We stopped in for some auto supplies however I was amazed at how many items they had. For instance, my friend how is diabetic, lives the sugar free black licorice. And for the farmers they have medicine for animals in addition to lots of animal and pet supplies. They have Harley Davidson clothes! They have jumbo sized snack bags. Wow! It was like being in a candy store but for adults!

Since my review, I finally heard from Corp. they were able to refund half of my purchase. I am glad…read morethat they heard my voice. It took a few days for them to reply.. I was told 48-72 hours.