Went there for a key. Everyone in suits, cooing like doves at me. Bunch of skinny bone-showing micro models wandering around on heels answering the phones. Lots of polo shirts and boaters with no socks getting their cars fixed. Jesus, this place is out of a Tom Wolfe novel. Why don't we call it "Backfire of the Vanities?" Yes, they treated me ok, but its just a car and I don't want my shoes shined and my ass powdered when I take my car in for service. Can't we get some down home White Center attitude instead? At least that would be genuine and not creep folks out.