In the area for work this week and discovered that I packed my suitcase like Willy Wonka would have. Plenty of junk food. NO necessaries. (I did remember my collection of pocket knives. Thanks TSA). So I swung in here to get the random list of items I needed. Clean, beautiful store. Friendly employees, and I had the added benefit of watching some cash register rage when a spry geriatric got really peeved at the loud, slow, self-centered Jersey-types in front of her. GET IT ON, GRANNY! Smack down at register 4!!