OmniSource Corporation at 1305 Prairie Ave, South Bend, IN 46601

Whoever answers the phone here needs an attitude adjustment—rude, sarcastic, and acting like they’ve got all the answers before you even ask a question. Not the kind of place I’d waste my time at, especially when I’m just trying to buy materials. Unprofessional doesn’t even cover it.

Got a truck full of scrap metal to drop off, and let me tell you—if you’re not prepared to wait, don’t bother. The line for the scale and the non-ferrous spot moves slow, and the guys working there *will* take their time. They’ve got heavy machinery swinging around, kids running loose, and a yard full of sharp junk—so yeah, they’re focused on keeping everyone from getting flattened. I get it. But seriously, stay out of the way. Keep your kids in the car. Nobody wants a kid getting hurt or a forklift tipping over because some parent wasn’t paying attention. Prices are decent, though—better than some other places I’ve tried. And honestly? I’d rather deal with the wait than risk blowing a tire on some rusted nail they missed. They actually keep the lot pretty clean. ---

It’s handy having a spot to dump scrap, but don’t even think about rolling up five minutes before closing. I showed up late one time—polite as hell, even offered to pay extra if they’d just let me unload so I could get rid of this stuff before my next 12-hour shift. Guy behind the counter didn’t care. Just shut the gate in my face. Yeah, I get it, they’ve got a schedule. But a little flexibility for someone who’s *begging* not to haul this crap home again? Would’ve gone a long way. Now I just plan ahead and swallow the frustration. ---

Decent place, prices are low—which is great—but their knowledge of insulated wire is *nonexistent*. Brought in the same batch I’d sold elsewhere, and this place paid me *half* what I’d gotten before. Did a quick check online after, and yep, they lowballed me hard. Always double-check their rates before you leave, or you’ll walk away pissed. ---

Absolute worst experience. The woman working there was a nightmare—threw my husband’s ID at him like it burned her hands, then acted like we were too stupid to function. When I asked a simple question, she snapped, *“You don’t know how green and red lights work?”* like we were idiots. And the pay? A joke. Wouldn’t go back if you paid *me*. ---