Went to the store on Southern and McClintock today. Now I know where all of the heavily tattooed slackers end up working. It was 110 outside, and I'll admit that I was a bit hot and cranky, but I stood in front of the counter while Eenie, Meeny, Miney, and Ernie shuffled around like a bunch of Bison ignoring me. I just stood there for what seemed like, I dunno, several minutes, waiting for somebody to acknowledge me. Never even got a nod. So, I bailed out of the store. Be forewarned!