Plato's Closet- Williamsburg, VA — Local services in Williamsburg

Baby, let me just say it plain: Plato’s Closet needs to break that lease now and save themselves the embarrassment. There is no way on God’s green earth this place is gonna survive sittin’ next to Marshalls.

We walked in and got smacked with a wall of cigarette smoke, mothballs, and somethin’ that smelled like old sweat mixed with cheap perfume. The racks look like they were rescued from a yard sale nobody wanted, clothes hangin’ all sad and crooked, half of it so basic you couldn’t pay me to take it home.

And the whole time I’m thinkin’, how do they even know this stuff doesn’t have bed bugs? Where’s it been? Who’s cleanin’ it? Real suspicious vibes.

Why would anybody buy used, tired lookin’ clothes when you can walk 20 feet next door to Marshalls and get the same thing brand new for literally a $1 or $2 more? It makes no sense.

Listen, I gotta add this part ‘cause it was the cherry on top of the whole disaster sundae. There was this lady workin’ in there, and baby… she smelled like a walkin’, talkin’ ashtray. Didn’t say hello, didn’t crack a smile, just lookin’ like she hated life and everybody in it.

Maybe she don’t even wanna work there. Maybe they just got her foldin’ the same three shirts over and over, hangin’ stuff up nobody gon’ buy, and takin’ smoke breaks like it’s an Olympic sport. I kid you not, she was in and outta that store so much, I thought she was workin’ for DoorDash on the side.

I left that Plato’s Closet ‘cause I couldn’t take no more of that stale cigarette-meets-mothball air. Went next door to Queen Nails to get my nails done, tryin’ to decompress, right? And who do I keep seein’ strut past the window every ten minutes?

That same lady from platoes, puffin’ away like she got a quota to meet. Back and forth, back and forth, like the Marlboro Marathon was happenin’ right outside the nail salon. Folks tryin’ to relax, sip their little water bottles, get their cuticles soaked...and here she come again with that cigarette like she sponsorin’ the whole nicotine industry.

She was puffin’ away like the human smokestack of Midtown Row.

No joke ... Front of Marshalls? Smoky. Nail salon entrance? Smoky. Right where folks eat outside? Yep, smoky too.

Like the woman was on a mission to fumigate the whole plaza one cigarette at a time.

I was real disappointed with that store .. I feel like they needed to start from scratch cuz that place was not cute and hella suspect ..

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My daughter and I have been in twice this week now that they're selling clothes as well! They were buying for the last two months so they could open yesterday, and it was fantastic. We had some fantastic finds and absolutely love buying from Plato's. They check for quality before purchasing, so I know I don't have to worry about something being damaged.

Everybody is extremely friendly and helpful, and we're thankful for what this store provides-quality, gently used clothing at a fraction of the typical pricing.

The one 1 star review about cigarette smoke is clearly a fake. Everybody we've encountered inside has been incredibly kind, and it smells like a clothing store. We were very happy with our experience and have been waiting for it to open for shopping since September. Looking...

Your typical Plato's Closet which is basically Goodwill on steroids. This store is expecting new with tags or new without tags condition and they'll pay you pennies on the dollar. I wouldn't even bother going into this store to sell. Give your clothing to charity instead of somebody's pocket to make profit. It will make you feel a...