This is the the cutest little Macy's. It has all the newest fashions scaled down. I shopped in the ladies department and I had no problems. I purchased my items and the clerk was so friendly.
I remembered that I need some Armani Code so as I was going down the escalator. I stopped by the fragrance department. One lonely saleslady out of five that was standing around (holding up the counters) asked if she could help. I stated that I wanted to purchase Armani Code. The lady stated that Joyce could help me. "eeerr, which one of you is Joyce?", I replied. Joyce, another black lady raised her hand. I stated again what I was looking for. It became apparent that Joyce did not work in the department. Joyce asked another sales lady that was assisting someone else where Armani Code was. The saleslady pointed to the display. Joyce stated that she would let me smell it and she walked over to the display. It stated that I already knew what it smelled like, I wanted to purchase a bottle. Joyce again ask the same saleslady where the bottles where. The lady stated, "over there". Ok, now I'm agitated. Over there where? The lady finally pointed to another display. Geez! The disengaged, Joyce rang me up. No up-sale, No other recommendations. Nothing. I vowed never to purchase perfume from here again.