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| - Just like the classic Miley Cyrus song, this place gets stuck in your brain for all the wrong reasons.
I came here because I literally needed 15 balloons blown-up for an event. I was helped after I stood at the counter for a bit and waited for the girl behind it to finish her text. I told her my situation and she obliged by taking my balloons, setting them off to the side, and getting another worker to both ring me out and inflate the balloons. Apparently the cellphone rules all things around her.
While "balloon girl" inflated my balloons, another customer walked up and needed to be rang out. The "cellphone girl" didn't move a muscle and asked "balloon girl" to stop and help them out... really?
When I asked "cellphone girl" if she could continue with my order, I was told she couldn't because at the moment she needed to get a package ready to ship before the post office closes. Umm... It's 4:50pm, so unless you're the Flash, you will never make it to the post office. Ouch my brain.
Party USA might have the worst customer service I've ever experienced. Never-mind the clueless worker who probably puts in 15 hours a week after high school, the I guess "manager" who is loudly placing a food order via her cellphone while walking through the store, but what really bothered me is the girl behind the counter. Can't you at least pretend like you give a shit about anything besides text messages or the latest update on Justin Bieber's FB page?
Plus this location is extremely dirty. Boxes and trash all over the place. Definitely a tripping hazard nightmare.
Sorry. I went a little George Carlin on this review, but I mean... Ugh. Seriously, avoid this place like the walls are releasing Ebola fumes.
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