My family & I went based on the price and we were staying close. First we went to pay for our bucket. The young man behind the counter did not feel the need to wait on us until he finished sending his text. He looked up briefly, saw us standing there and continued texting. After finally paying, we went up to get the bucket. The same guy brought us out a bucket of 90% clay dirt. It was ridiculous. This was not what we were use to. We went through a gallon bucket in 5 minutes between 3 of us. My 5 year old gave up after getting clay all over himself. We went down and another young man helped sort out our few rocks, which was nice. The other guy continued texting on his cell phone the entire time. We asked where we could wash up. Instructed to go next door. We went and the place was closed up like Fort Knox. It was well before the closing time of 5. Next time we will stick with our usual place.
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