New World International

This place is a hot mess. When you drive up, it doesn’t look like much and the parking lot is completely packed. People are stopped in the lanes waiting for someone to pull out so they can get a parking spot. I park a couple doors down to get a spot. Then you walk in.
There’s 10 – 15 chairs off to your left, a counter in front of you and the cashier off to the way left. You stand in line and wait to get to the counter and it’s like a mad house in there. People yelling stuff behind the counter, people rushing left and right, carrying hoods and fenders and car parts out to their cars and of course, people talking way too loud on their cell phones
I finally get up to the counter and I tell the lady: «I need a front bumper for a 2005 Dodge Neon, no fog lights.» She takes my info and quotes me the price and someone else comes up to the counter and says something. She says something unintelligible back and then cusses and then runs back to the warehouse area. 3 – 4 minutes later, she says she’s sorry for making me wait.
«No worries,» I say, «Is it always this busy in here?»
«Yes. Sometimes it’s even crazier.»
She prints up the ticket and directs me to the cashier where I pay and they tell me to wait for my name to be called.
I sit down in a chair and watch their TV. World Series of Poker is on and there were a couple good hands that happened while I was watching. Finally they call my name and it doesn’t sound right at all. Be ready for the worst pronunciation of your name ever. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
All in all, the prices here can’t be beat. Get your car parts here.