It’s dirty. From the moment you enter the parking lot full of oil spills and garbage, to the floors and shelves, everything is sticky, grimy, and gross. Everything is broken.  The place looks like it’s being run by 8-year-old McGuiver wanna-be’s. Everything is tapped up, tied up, wrapped up, and bandaged together.  Both ad-hoc signs and even actual product displays.  At the checkouts (if you can find one that is open) the credit card readers are usually busted (not an…