In World War 2, the Repo Depot or Repple Depple was the Replacement Depot. As my dad told the story, this is where you'd wait to be reassigned. (Dad was support for the Army Air Corp; for those going to the front line there were some different issues.) Dad said they spent a lot of time waiting. One of his good stories was how they trained on California beaches for duty in the Pacific. And then they sent the whole unit to England. Where they waited to be reassigned. Dad never used the term SNAFU, but he certainly described it.
The title was suggested by the name of the nearby establishment. Depot to me is a railroad term, but the vast parking area with the big box does kind of remind you of the station of yore. And a lot of replacement is involved.
The cache is a big pill bottle, room for small tradeables. Too big to be called a micro. Please bring a pen. It is possibly wheelchair accessible, and should be available all year.
May require stealth at times.
Congratulations to ndjeff for FTF!