Yes, I'm giving a courthouse 5-stars. And I was guilty AF*…read more I was cited for speeding and broken stop lamps (what I would normally call brake lights but I'm always up for learning new terminology) which I honestly had no idea were burnt out. I was kicking myself for not taking the 15 right after fueling up further south on the strip. Instead, I took the scenic route which got me into trouble. I'm not a speed queen/demon, but not having the extra cars/trucks around certainly makes you think differently (or in my case, not at all) on the road. My first visit was to go ahead and just pay the ticket that same day since I was already there, and the nice lady at the window asked me if I was sure; that I would get the point(s) on my license if I did so right then. I paused and she asked if I would be willing to do 5-hour traffic school, which I said yes. This ticket ended up being $506 (gulp) so I was enrolling back in school for sure. Over the course of nearly a month, I was in touch with this place via email and phone with multiple questions which they answered proficiently and patiently (and I had a lot of questions) and even though I dealt with more than a couple employees, all were pleasant to speak to (Toni was the only one whose name I caught, but all were great). I arrived a couple weeks before I was actually due, and waited around with about 20 or so others around 9a on a Wednesday (the only day they do traffic court). Considering I've never really been to court before, I made sure to pay attention to the bailiff as he explained policy/procedure, etc. Thankful I wasn't the first one to go, I was able to get an idea of how this particular situation worked. I was somewhat mortified that we all had to do this in front of one another (again, not familiar with this kind of thing) since I've always dreaded public speaking but I had a good impression of this judge where I felt a little more at ease. I was about 15th to go when there were only about 4-5 others left, and I'm pleased to say this was a painless experience. The judge had my email to the courthouse with him, and he referenced some of the statements I had made to make sure we were on the same page. Left this establishment in a much better mood, and later when I finally left town, I took it upon myself to actually take the very same road I was ticketed on, but obviously at the speed limit. During this relaxing drive, I even passed a cop (possibly the same one who ticketed me) near where I was pulled over prior. I wasn't about to repeat history! Odds and ends: -Apparently you do not have to, but I noticed that only one other guy made an effort to dress up besides myself. It certainly doesn't work against you to try though. Men, if you're wearing a hat, don't forget to remove it once in the courtroom. -No, I did not gamble the money I had saved from this ticket. -Just my opinion: I'm glad this occurred in the state of Nevada; I have a feeling things would not have gone so well in my current home state... Although I had a great experience here, it's certainly not something I want to go through again. We were all treated in kind regardless of the situation, so just respect the judge and keep your attitude/ego in check. *Apologies for the term, but I really was.

Workers are so rude and useless never answer the phones and will leave you in the lobby clueless…read morewhile just looking at you and doing nothing

I want to visit my son's father, they didn't bring him out for his visit because someone else was…read morestabbed, but what does that have to do with my visit? I drove two hours and spent $50 in gas to see him and then was told for an hour that he was coming after an hour I asked to speak with someone else, who said that he wasn't coming because someone else was stabbed so just because I started crying because my son was very sad, they escorted me out. I then email a visit request a month later saying my visits are suspended for six months because they refused to bring him to his visit and I started crying. I didn't make a scene or anything. I was just very sad for my five-year-old son who wanted to see his dad. How do you treat a single mother with a five year-old son who just wants to see his father that way? These people are heartless. They treat common visitors like inmates! My son's father only got a DUI and got 2 1/2 years, he says there's rats in the ceiling, I'm so glad he's going to the three lakes camp. I don't wanna deal with anybody that works here any more. I will be writing the word in a letter.

A 3 star rating for a prison? Seems like an oxymoron. This review is for my visit to the SDCC on…read moreFriday to see a friend who is incarcerated there. There are two prisons along US 95 as you near Indian Springs, Nevada. On the south side of Cold Creek Road is the Southern Desert Correctional Center which is a medium security facility. A little farther west on Cold Creek Road and on the north side is the High Desert Prison, a maximum security facility. Their location is perfect for the prisons--not too far for the workers to get there--about 60 miles NW of Las Vegas but surrounded by desert. Nothing but sand, stones, and desert plants for miles and miles and more miles. To see a prisoner, you have to get a form from the prison and return it filled out properly. I got my approval a couple of weeks after sending it in. Visiting days are Friday, Saturday, and Sunday in two shifts--morning and afternoon. When you get there, you're buzzed into a small room where an officer gives you a paper to fill out noting the inmate you're visiting and your name and address. It's also a consent form to be body searched. If you don't agree to the search, you can't visit. Then you go back outside and wait. I got there a little after 11 AM for the Noon entry time. The officer told me it would be about 12:15 when they started. I also received a laminated card with a number--4 in my case--and that's the order you're called to enter the facility when it's time. At 12:15 give or take, the numbers 1-5 were told to enter. That gets you back into the air conditioned foyer. Each numbered party goes one at a time to the same officer as before. You now sign in on another form and surrender your car keys to the officer. The only thing you're allowed to have when you enter the secure part of the facility is your driver's license or other legal ID. No gum, candy, cell phones, etc., etc., etc. You can bring a plastic bag of quarters for the machines in the visiting room. You then go through a metal detector. When you pass this test, you get a metal ring with a number--the box your keys are in--and your visiting papers. You are then buzzed through another secure door to a wide, enclosed walkway that leads to another locked door through which you have to be buzzed to enter the screening area . You're called in order again and you go into a separate room where you remove your shoes and the officer does the body pat down search. Shoes back on and there's another locked door to be buzzed through and then a final one. That's five locked doors to gain access to the hallway that leads to the visiting room. You give information to the officer at a high stand in the visiting room and he enters the inmates name and number and then you're given the number of the table at which you meet your friend when they come to this visiting room, a room that holds 150 people. I had about a two hour visit with my friend and I was pleased my visit was a surprise and helped to break up his day. All of the staff I dealt with knew quickly that I was new to the routine and I was aided along the way. Several smiled and were friendly. I only got an attitude from one. Maybe he's tired of people like me but he was displaying his authority with gusto. One final note on the rules. You must NOT wear blue or any variation of blue as the inmates wear blue jeans and blue shirts. I wore tan cargo pants and a red shirt. Now that I know the drill, I'll be back to visit again in a month or so. It is an interesting experience. An OK place to visit, but I sure as hell wouldn't want to live there.

This review is not for any particular us post office. It is the delivery system. Ordered something…read moremade in las Vegas, to send to Hawaii. Paid for fast delivery. the shipping label was created in las Vegas and the package was sent to Scranton Pennsylvania then went to Harrisburg Pennsylvania and now just says traveling through network system. package will be delayed. Um duh I could have flown to Vegas gamble a little grab my package and fly home already. Why does a packaged going to Hawaii go to Pennsylvania? I just don't get it. Now I understand why people now days want to shut down the post office system . I always backed you guys up saying that we need you OG postal mail people but I don't know now. Really disappointed

I came to get my passport documents done; I was getting married out of the country and I needed an…read moreappointment ASAP. Appointments in Vegas were few and far between so I decided to go to Jean and try it out. Making sure I had all the right documents, the workers at this location were so friendly and helpful. They assured me I would get my passport on time, and sure enough I did!

This detention center stole my brother's money. My brother came in with $370 and the day he was…read morereleased they sent him off with 50 CENTS. I called that same day to confirm they sent him off with his money and they had said yes. Once my brother told me I called and spoke with the "business manager" and she kept making lies and excuses as to what happened with the money. These people are PIECES OF SH**S!!!! Taking money from people who are already losing everything and are in terrible situations is so cold and evil. Shame on you guys !!!!

I Drove from Vegas 1.5 hours to visit an inmate. They only allow video visits. They have these…read moretablets in his unit, but it's 14 cents a minute On the unit where he is, there are two visiting stations. The one they put him on, the phone didn't work. He could hear me, but I could not hear him. They tried to put him on the other station but no one could figure out how to get the monitor working. So I was unable to have my visit. After I drove out there 1.5 hours. For a Private for-profit facility, you'd think they'd keep their equipment functional. I wanted to call the ACLU. He has the right to have visitors. I have the right to see him. I left the place in tears. Very frustrating.

My Global Entry interview experience at Harry Reid International Airport was very smooth and…read morehelpful. For anyone going: head to Terminal 3, park on the left side, and go inside. Take the elevator to the second floor, then walk all the way to the left side of the building. You'll see a door covered with signs like "Do Not Disturb," "Do Not Open," and "Do Not Knock" -- that's the right place! Once you're there and waiting, an officer will come out and collect your passport. The staff were super friendly, and the whole process was easy and efficient. I was expecting to wait forever, but not at all!

First off, it is a bit difficult to find. Enter Terminal 3 from the parking garage, turn left, go…read moreto the top floor, walk to the end of the building. It is a door just past the Lost & Found alcove. DO NOT KNOCK ON THE DOOR. There are signs posted saying not to knock, or try to open the door. The seat where they interview customers is just inside the door, and it interrupts the process. A BP officer will come out and get you for your appointment. The process was pretty quick, some questions, photo and fingerprints. Overall, not too painful, other than the 2.5 month wait for an appointment.

A historically cool landmark…read more.. While we were hiking with Norm in Las Vegas, he mentioned The Last Spike. It sounded so awesome... it's a significantly important spot where the two teams of railroad track builders met and completed their mission! Alana and I set out to find The Last Spike. We followed the Yelp directions and walked from Las Vegas Boulevard to the railroad track, across and south of the Seven Magic Mountains. We were unable to find the marker. However, I found some loose, rusty spikes. Alana explained that they are dislodged with the vibration of the trains on the tracks...wow! Anyway, using Google maps, Alana found the informational sign across from where The Last Spike should be. It's on the same side of the road as Seven Magic Mountains and south of it. Hopefully, you'll be able to find it if you decide to take a look. It's an interesting piece of history !

Trying to find this sign should have been so easy! If only the location pin was in the proper…read moreplace! Nadine & I trekked from S. Las Vegas Blvd to the railroad tracks over uneven desert sand, rocks, a small trench, cacti, and other things. It would have all been okay if I hadn't been doing this with recently bruised ribs! Sadly, we didn't even need to be out this way! After safely getting back to the car, I took a look on Google and found the right location. When in doubt, Google it! It is south of the location pin on Yelp. If you are coming from the Seven Magic Mountains (or Las Vegas), head south and it is on the same side of the road. If you pass the train bridge which crosses the road, you've gone just a little too far. This Last Spike is Nevada Historical Marker 195. This location is near where workers drove the last spike on January 30, 1905. It's always good to learn a little history. This was a neat piece of history to learn! There is a gravel path where you can drive right up to the sign. The Kia Soul made it up just fine. If you have doubts about driving on it, you can park near the entrance. There was a huge silver sign that we didn't see, maybe it is now gone? It said, "Track crews constructing West from Salt Lake City met track crews constructing East from Los Angeles". This sign should have been visible when we wandered to the tracks. I hope you will find this more easily than we did! I must say, we did have quite the adventure!!

Dropped my wallet on the weekend which is airtagged and someone picked it up and turned it in to an…read moreofficer. Brings it here which is closed on weekends so I have no way of getting said wallet (completely fine). I go there on MONDAY ask if I can have it they ask for ID I give my social and then a new lady comes out and says "we can't have things lying around the office" and then told me that I'd have to pick it up from impound after Mon... after asking for my social and me literally knowing the location of my wallet is in the back of the building. Gives me a number that doesn't work and connects to nobody and completely gave zero help to an easy fix situation. Shits ridiculous UPDATE: Called back to the place on Tuesday cause the lady said they should pick it up Monday and just simply asked if they knew when they're actually going to get it. This time the same lady that said they can't leave stuff lying around told me she has zero clue when the people actually come to pick up stuff! Nice! Wouldn't care except I genuinely am losing money everyday cause I can't work without my license. Appreciate the hard work these people do of sitting, talking and doing nothing when they could walk to the back of the department and solve this in 10 seconds.

Very disappointing experience at the Summerlin police station. It seems like they are constantly…read moreunderstaffed, and the wait times are consistently excessive. Even for simple matters, you can end up waiting far longer than expected with little communication about delays. The staff I interacted with were professional, but the lack of resources and long lines make the overall experience frustrating and inefficient. The community deserves better service and shorter wait times.