i placed an order online for pickup. When i arrived the two goth-looking wankers at the front desk laughed at my bucket hat, and acted as if they were startled to have an online customer. Those two clowns are Trump-humpers, who listen to Post Malone. the only saving grace (so-to-speak) was a white woman who showed no signs of being a Karen or Becky. She was like the only intelligent life form in that place. I bought too much sativa as well. It was a lame experience all around.