This place is a joke. I've been many times, and always end up mad, whether I got the part I needed or not. (every part I have gotten, I had to find and get myself)
There's got to be a special place in hell for the old man that owns it. He is a complete jerk. He'll tell you how dumb he thinks you are straight to your face, lie about what he can't get for you out of the yard, and then proceed to have a pity party about how difficult customers make his life.