Kmart, man, that's a store.
Last time I was in one of those -- in Dorchester -- my roommate had the misfortune of bumping into a very large black gentleman. When he did so, a huge plume of inhaled smoke came out of the dude; it looked like he'd been holding it in for days. After escaping our new friend's glassy-but-angry stare, we proceeded inside, where we found open cereal boxes spilled all over the floor, and open toilet paper streamed everywhere.
Never again. It was like the Animal House of department stores.