On the start of my last trip to Vegas I decided my windshield needing cleaning so I pushed the button and watched my wipers disintegrate before my eyes. I dodged a thunderstorm on the way up and just got to a luncheon UYE before the skies opened up. I decided my run of luck had run out and went looking for wiper blades. After following the Yelp/Google maps directions to another auto parts place that no longer existed I ended up here after driving over 10 miles to go less than one. Las Vegas had had several thunderstorms in the last few days so most of their wiper blade selection was gone but I found a set that would work and sure enough I needed them twice on the way back to Phoenix. Service was decent in a packed place. The fellow who took my money noticed my Diamondbacks hat and pointed out his cool studs, to bad they were for the Yankees.