Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Before yesterday, I was going to write them a 5 star review. Today I'm fighting off the urge to write them a 2 star, name-calling one.
I've called here many a times looking for different odds & ends party favors and such and I've always received exceptional service, due mostly in part to the young girl that works here whose name I should know, but don't. I can tell you that if there is a young, loud, long dark haired girl that a lot of times wears a baseball hat, you are in good hands... otherwise, fuggetaboutit.
I called here a few days ago to reserve a helium tank for a party I was throwing for about 200 people. I was told a reservation wouldn't be needed, I can just come pick the tank up and return it within 3 days and they confirmed pricing for me. They left out the deposit charge out in their mention as well. It wasn't a huge deal bc I knew I'd be returning the tank within the allotted time, but the extra $120.99 added on to the $40 tank of gas might be an issue for some.
Anyway, I show up on the day of my party and I grab a few items to go with my balloons like weights, table covers and balloon ties. I'm ignored for a some time before my presence is addressed at the balloon counter by employees who appeared to be actively ignoring me. Then, once I tell them what I need, I listen to the head balloon man get sassed by another balloon counter person about what color tank she should bring back for me, even though it's clear that she already knows what she needs to get. It appeared as though she just wanted to be difficult and get every.little.detailed word that would describe a medium helium tank out of her manager.
Super annoying.
So, after the balloon personnel scuffle, the guy directs me to go pay at the counter and says they'll bring my ish over. I pay and sign for the stupid tank and the guy brings this heavy tank over the register, drops it and walks away. As he's walking away I ask him how I use the damn thing, as it was my first time dabbling in helium tank rental. He says "turn it on and press down." Okay, d*ck- press down on what? Then he leaves and comes back with a nozzle. Glad I asked. Did he think that a helium tank nozzle is just something people have?
So I repeat back to him what I'm supposed to do and he says "yea" as he walks away. He doesn't offer to show me, he doesn't offer to help me lift it into my car, just walks away talking on his stupid earpiece like the Sham-wow guy.
So I bring the tank to my party and I'm setting up a million other things for several hours before my helpers arrive. I had planned on doing the balloons in the 2 hour time frame before the party so nothing got all deflate-y and sad looking. Bad idea. Bad idea, why? Because these f*ckers sold me a broke ass helium tank. A problem that could have been solved had they taken 8 f*cking seconds to answer my basic questions and try the thing out. But no.
So now, I'm at my party and panicking because I NEED balloons to make literally EVERY other aspect of my deco work. I call and they tell me to bring it back and get a new one, but my party is now an hour and half away and this store is a half hour from my party location PLUS I have no make-up on and my hair looks like sh*t from running around and setting up all day.
We ended up just buying a non-defunct helium tank from somewhere else and I returned the piece of sh*t one they rented me. I was kind of hoping the guy who couldn't be bothered to show me how to work their equipment would be there, but he wasn't and at that point I was still so exhausted from the day before that I don't know that I even had enough energy to cop an attitude start talking out my neck like I really wanted to. Also, there was no apology for my broken ass piece of sh*t tank debacle, though I did get a full refund.
I will try to avoid this location as much as I can, unfortunately, it's the nearest PC to my house and I do really like the one enthusiastic girl who works there. Maybe I'll just have to creep around and find out her schedule so I don't have to come in when the grumpy grumps are there. read more