Here's a pointed, clearly negative review you could post:…read more "Extremely frustrating experience at the Walgreens on Market Street in Boardman. I stopped in to drop off a FedEx shipment and stood at the counter waiting for at least 10 minutes before anyone showed up to help. There was no one else being helped and no indication that someone would be back shortly. When an employee finally came to the counter, he didn't acknowledge the wait or offer even a simple apology. Basic customer service goes a long way, and unfortunately that was completely missing here. If Walgreens is going to offer FedEx drop-off services, they should make sure someone is actually available to assist customers in a timely manner. Very disappointing.

Always helpful and friendly service! A+ customer satisfaction. Prescriptions are on time!read more

Such a nice establishment. Friendly staff and owner Nicci has eye for your style if need help…read more Every time has lots of variety and sizes. Great prices. I also like shopping there since she does a lot for her community too.

Amazing place! Great selection, prices and staff. I was in town on a business trip and spent my…read morelunch break adding to my current wardrobe.

My mother and I went into Jacqueline's Bridal to see if there were any dresses she would be…read moreinterested in trying on before booking an appointment. She arrived a few minutes before I did. During the exchange my mother had with Jacqueline, my mother noticed a dress for $1,100. My mother made a comment about not spending that much on a dress. And Jacqueline rudely stated "okay, then what IS your budget". I then arrived and attempted to see if the selection ended where I could see or if the room was longer than that, as we were greeted at the door and blocked from entering further. I walked two steps forward to observe the space and Jacqueline then forcefully grabbed my wrist and moved me from the area as I was attempting to observe their selection. Upon my husband calling, to confirm if the grab was intentional or accidental in the force used, the person who answered the phone, also Jacqueline, was rude, and then proceeded to hang up on my husband and stated they have "no idea what you're (husband) talking about". I heard wonderful things about this place but for them to treat potential customers, let alone anyone for that matter, is disgraceful and unprofessional.

Unfortunately the owner was rude and did not acknowledge my requests. Very minimal selection and…read morepressures you during appointment.

I tried to place an order online with this merchant and it said card declined so I tried again…read morethinking I typed something wrong. No I did not the card was correct and they ended up putting a hold on my acct for 100 dollars that I now cannot get back for 7 days. I called them they said we released but can take 3-5 days to get to card carrier and I called card carrier they cannot do anything they said funds will be realized after 7 days if charge is not processed. The funny part about this is when I called dsw they go would u like to pay woth another card ummm no u already took 100 off me.because u charged my card twice

I don't even want to give DSW a star today. This complaint is about customer safety. Today there…read morewas a gust of severe wind causing the stores power to go out. There was a warning of severe wind & storms as I reviewed the weather on the phone causing trees , wires to come down. The DSW worker told a handful of us that we have to leave and she stressed that comment 3 times. My 3 yr old grandson started to cry because he was frightened causing this employer to tell us we had to leave again. Now Lowe's power was out but the shoppers were permitted to stay in the front of the door until the winds died down. Hobby Lobby permitted their shoppers to stay. Every stores power was out. This happened today at 230 3/25 Boardman DSW. As she shut the door behind me I gave her a gesture . It was wrong but so was she. There were a handful of us and as far as I could see she didn't care about our safety! And I didn't care for her behavior !

I LOVE YOUNGSTOWN DANCE SUPPLY! They have dance, tap, jazz, shoes and attire. They have some ice…read moreskating dresses. Makeup, bows, jewelry, tights, bags, etc. They even have some dance related gifts and stuff. They have competitive prices and have several sales throughout the year (especially if you sign up for their text notifications) which is a bonus.

From the owner: Youngstown Dance Supply is a locally-owned dance supply store specializing in dance apparel and…read moreaccessories, dance shoes (including tap, jazz, ballet, pointe, gymnastics, and lyrical), ballroom shoes, gymnastics apparel, cheerleading outfits and accessories, baton twirling outfits and accessories, belly dancing apparel, praise wear, costumes, and much more.

My all time favorite boutique ! Most friendliest employees around. Prices are excellent ! I love…read morethe variety as well !

The owner has the worst customer service. Just absolutely terrible how she treats customers…read more Purchased a purse from this store and it started to fall apart after 2 months. When brought back to see what options were on the table, the owner began to accuse of buying the purse somewhere else even though proof of purchase was in hand! She began to use profanity and said she was not honoring the product. This is an absolute disgrace to our community. I hang my head that there is a local business owner that treats their customers this way. Very sad to be treated like a criminal for bringing a purse back to ask options.

I'll start with the reason I gave one star; The young gentleman who kept his cool and showed…read moregenuine compassion in spite of my blatant distress was very kind, helpful and even offered a no charge flock and key. I was moving out of a monthly Airbnb rental because I was forced to resign from my remote/virtual speech therapy due to what I now know was Long Covid, a textbook case per the two doctors who officially diagnosed me this past early spring. I was experiencing extremely bizarre symptoms I was not ever prone to after a mild case of Covid in late August 2022. For the next 4 months I managed to push through and almost made it to the end of the semester, but just as I was set to complete only 12-15 short, simple routine progress reports due the last day before winter break, I began shaking with tremors stemming from the core of my being and felt like I could continue to work at my stand up desk and risk death by stroke or hear failure or collapse into my bed, wrwppfreeze, I turned both my phone and computer off and spent the two week winter break too stunned and afraid and shamed because I had no clue what was wrong with me and I knew my supervisor and other school staff would be contacting me to turn in my progress reports to meet the deadline for compliance no matter the extenuating circumstance I found myself in. Like millions of other Americans who have lost their jobs to Long Covid brain, nervous system and immune system dysfunction with severely debilitating side effects with no successful treatments or cure in sight. At any rate, I was too sick and in financial ruins, afraid to leave my bed let alone drive to my storage unit to pack it all back jnto my car and store it for free at my boyfriend's house. When I was driving home from getting my dog and I out for a quick walk and fresh air on a "good" day, I stopped by and cleared out almost all of my belongings EXCEPT for a few things too heavy for me to lift from the cart to my trunk by myself. No one was around to help and it was freezing and pouring down rain, so I locked up and drove home thinking I'd take a friend to help me before the end of my rental month and be done with it; however, that's not how long Covid works; when they say not to push through and to pace yourself, they are right! I was so messed up from that little outing with my dog and stop at my storage unit that I had to spend about 2 weeks in bed recovering. When spring arrived, I called my local storage store and explained to the woman who answered that the items I'd left behind were the most important ones, really the only ones I had sentimental attachment, to: my late beloved mom's children's book collection (an exceptional and unforgettable remedial teacher for 18 years at Saint Luke's School who helped instill the love of learning through reading stories and gazing at illustrations in picture books and YA short stories; fiction, nonfiction; poetry and letter writing. She converted her room inside the dilapidated auxiliary teacher's mobile unit outside the main building into a safe, comfortable, cozy reading nook. She rocked on her wicker rocking chair reading to her student who grabbed a seat on the big puffy lavender corduroy sofa or one a bright and cheery colored floor pillow plopped down on a gently used area rug my mom scored at a thrift store along with the couch and floor pillow. She was the kind of mom who read to me at every opportunity, long after the bubbles the bath tub fizzled our and my ten little fingers and ten little toes shriveled into tiny raisins, and the bath water lukewarm warm. So I had two giant heavy wooden crates of her mostly children picture book collection; in gently worn but good condition except for the inky blue unmistakable cursive hand writing inside the front cover where she wrote her name and sometimes a memory she had reading the book to me or my little brother. She had the entire series such as my personal favorites: The Serendipity collection's Catundra a story about a plump orange tabby cat who ran out of food at his abandoned cabin in the woods by a steam where he met a very clever mouse who knew poor Catundra was always hungry because she was lonely and had no friends. The mouse said please don't eat me; I'll be your friend and teach you how to exercise and eat healthy foods. Since I'm an aspiring children's book author; it's needless to say how sentimental; irreplaceable and invaluable (but I can only imagine what someone paid because the entire series were indeed worth a decent size coin. Along with the crates or books, I left behind her heavy cedar chest my dad lovingly and skillfully restored with slate blue paint and pewter hardwire; for as long as I can remember, this chest sat facing the foot of her bed in a perfectly sized built in "cove," protecting her treasured cashmere and other woolen or silk sweaters and accessories both of which moths love to eat, unless locked safely in a cedar chest.

We were in a pinch and had to move our son's stuff on short notice. The employees here were so kind…read moreand helpful. This is a very secure place and I love the security there. Will definitely use them again.