I have a weird relationship with Home Depot. My dad’s a contractor, and like most immigrant-owned businesses, that meant I had to go to work with him. In those times when I cosplayed as a teenage Bob the Builder, sometimes we would go to Home Depot multiple times a day.
I dreaded going. At that age I was more concerned with video games and comics, none of which I ever found there. I wonder if he knew that hardware stores are no place for kids.