TL,DR: All products marked up from online options, sleazy bathroom, and one very, very bad staff member. Triple play carries a large selection of board games and card singles, but they all could be purchased for far, far less online, even with shipping costs. After my latest experience, I will not be tending to my magic or gaming needs with this business. I begun my visit by making use of their public bathroom. I found it in an abhorrent state for a place that doesn't sell fast food or petrol. The floor was covered in a tacky, sticky film, the composition of which I would prefer not to guess at. But when you've got to go, you've got to go. A quick scan of the small room made me glad that I did not have to change my sanitary feminine product at that time, as the garbage can did not have a bag in it, and as it was positioned right below the paper towel, they likely intended to recycle the contents when emptying it. The wall behind the can, nonetheless had suspicious brown-red spatter on it (gross at best, and a biohazard all the same), and the walls beside and behind the sink were coated in a grayish sludge from water dripping off freshly washed hands. This surely took months to accumulate. After finishing my business, I set about to wash my hands as well as I could. But, between the empty soap pump and having to dig into the dust covered hanging wall dispenser for the last bit of paper towel, I was left feeling unclean. I returned to the storefront to peruse the binders for low-cost cards to purchase whilst my friend browsed their higher cost binders at the counter next to an older but not old couple. I noticed the portly, light haired staff member hovering closely to my friend as he looked for something to purchase. Though the older couple were selecting quite a few cards adding up to a not insignificant value, he watched my friend with a distrustful focus, to the point where he did not notice when I attempted to alert him to the dire state of the restroom. My friends and I had noticed this behaviour from this cashier before, and normally would not visit the store while he was on shift, but there were specific cards in their binders which we had decided to buy after making some card trades with each other earlier in the day. I had promised my friend a set amount of value in cards when he had more trades I was interested in than I had on offer. He had a number of gold bordered cards from my collection, as well as a variety of cards in their original sleeves that I had purchased (but never used) from both triple play and yellow jacket. My friend selected one of the cards from the binder and held it in his palm to prevent damage, and to show me what he had selected. And then, after months of odd and unnerving behaviour from the cashier whenever we would visit, it finally happened. He accused my friend of stealing the card which I could clearly see in his hand. I was mortified; theft of any kind was so far out of character for this friend, who had even returned to restaurants to correct them not charging him for add-ons in the past. It felt like a situation out of the twilight zone, and didn't feel real. I watched confused as the clerk demanded my friend empty his pockets while my friend shook with terror and wound up dropping the cards chosen earlier in trades, as well as everything else in his pocket, from keys, cards, lint, and phone. This, of course revealed the card which he had just selected to be among everything which had been dropped. The clerk took the selected card (and I would later learn also the copy of Portent I had traded him earlier), and stated that as these cards all had "our" price stickers on them (they aren't even the only seller in town who use white price stickers), confiscated, them and demanded my friend leave. I left with my friend at that time, and left behind anything I had intended to purchase. My friend was too upset at the time to discuss with me what had just happened, and asked to be left alone. It wouldn't be until later that I learned that this friend had been the victim of police brutality in the Southern US over a similar incident where the clerk laid false claims of theft, and that he was terrified of it happening again. Which is why what happened next was a great embarrassment in hindsight. I returned apologised to the clerk. I explained that my friend had never engaged in behaviour like that before, that maybe he was in the wrong mind due to grief over recently losing his mother, that it didn't make sense he would do something of the sort when he would insist on driving half an hour back to a restaurant over a bill missing a three dollar glass of juice. Now, though it's written in law that an apology is not an admission of guilt, thinking that my words affirmed the actions of this person, knowing that I gave him confirmation to continue to target black customers in the future leaves a foul aftertaste in my mouth. If you are non-white, don't shop here. read more