This has got to be the most ghetto Murray’s I have ever visited. Now I know the store is located in a neighborhood that can be a toss up between rough and pre-gentrification but they choose to reflect the ghetto side of it. The staff is not attentive and if you ask a question, you get this blank stare before getting a response like«Huuuhhhhh?» Yeah, that was my experience. I went in for a light bulb to replace my third brake light that went out. I ask the kid where I could find bulbs and I get the«huh» routine and after it processed in his little head, he then realized what I said and pointed to the aisle I needed to go to. OK, so I find the bulb, I immediately go to pay and I’m waiting in line while 3 clerks are waiting on one guy who is buying an alternator. They’re yukking it up, talking about whose tattoo is bigger, who has bigger 20’s on their ghetto cruiser and so on while I wait in this hot un-airconditioned store. If I wasn’t such a concerned motorist, I would have walked out but I like my vehicles to be legal and perfect so I really needed this bulb. After waiting for approximately 7 minutes(yes, I kept count) I was waited on. Keep in mind, there is NOONE else in the store but me and alternator guy. As I paid, the clerk who was assisting me kept on talking to the other guy who was buying the alternator. Apparently they discovered that in a city of several million, they both had relatives from some remote part of Ecuador and I felt they were gonna swap phone numbers to somehow arrange a family reunion. How special.