Macy’s

This location feels like it has seen better days. It was well stocked and laid out like most of the other stores in the chain. The overall vibe felt older and in need of upgrading throughout.
They had a decent men’s section with a few classic comic t-​shirts and my husband shopped there for a bit, and ended up with a nice red DareDevil shirt. The staff was friendly and they were quick with checkout which was nice.
The bathrooms were okay. They again looked older and like they were clean, but in need of some upgrading.
Overall: B
Older store that has the standard offerings.

Continuing my quest to find a replacement belt, I wandered my way into Macy’s in the Sanford Towne Center mall. Easily marked so that I could find the menswear department, the store was bright with plenty of room to move about.
Sadly, while they had a lot of belts, there were not any that met my requirements. The rest of the department did have some good stuff with some very expensive and some quite reasonable. All of it looking like very good quality.
I did encounter a sales person who very nicely asked if I needed any assistance. Usually I’m wandering around blindly, so that was nice.

The absolute worst customer service. Christmas Eve and my family flew into town. Mattress is supposed to be delivered between 245 – 445. Obviously on Christmas Eve we were out before hand. We get home at 230 with nobody there. With no voicemail on my phone from Macy’s. I then call around 415 and they tell me they tried to deliver at 215. 30 minutes before the guaranteed time frame of 245 – 445. No apologies. Just that I should have been there. Now my parents have to go to a hotel on Christmas. This Macy’s is terrible in all aspects.

Macys is like any other store around JC Penny, Dollars, Sears etc. Lots of things to look at here but some expensive.
Service was good in the woman’s shorts section, friendly staff and very helpful.
Good Memorial day weekend sales and deals if u look for them.
The store is nice and has a good vibe to it, the sections are divided good so u can find your way around.

Eh — it’s just a Macy’s and there isn’t much to write home about. The staff at this location isn’t super friendly and it definitely shows. On my last shopping trip, I was looking in the men’s shoe department for a pair of slippers for my husband. Two employees were walked past me towards the stockroom — okay, I associate that action with typical behavior. However, the remark of, «I like what goes on in backrooms» was highly inappropriate (LOL). I merely shook my head at the remark while I pondered different types of slippers for my husband.

I am a fan of Macy’s. I always get good service and they have high quality items. I had a couple gift cards stashed and I needed a few new things for summer. I found a fantastic sale. I got shirts, shorts and swim trunks all at 50 percent off. I love Tommy Bahama found great deals for a view nice vacation shirts!
I ended up spending more than I wanted, but I don’t need to go shopping for awhile. They have great home goods also.

I should preface by saying I normally don’t shop at Macy’s, but I had two gift cards burning a hole in my pocket that are at least 2-​years old. This should indicate how eager I am to shop at Macy’s even on somebody else’s dime.
It has come to a point where I need a new handbag. I am very attached to my current bag, a hemp number sold to me by a hippie high on peyote at a music festival, but it’s falling apart. I know this because an old lady pointed it out to me in line at the grocery store. «Miss, your bag is falling apart.» She had orange hair, people. My bag situation is dire if this fashion maven noticed.
I wandered into Macy’s one night and was blinded by the bright lights. It still has that Burdines’ anti-​glamor to it. I shielded my eyes and stumbled over to the purse section. After several minutes of wading through bags even the orange haired old lady would have spit at, my glazed-​over eyes spotted it: a beautiful, high-​end bag. I squealed. It was pricey, but it was creamy dreamy. It was also tethered to a post.
I began the hunt for somebody to release what was rightfully mine. I found nobody. Macy’s was so devoid of life that I could have hosed it down and skated across the floor on my bare ass. Nobody would have noticed. It’s possible my weathered bag may have screamed «Poor Person» to salespeople, so they simply went out back to smoke.
As I was leaving, I did pass by what may have been a living employee in the section titled For Women Who Love To Wear Flamingos. She had a scowl only somebody who’d worked in a prison could muster, so I walked faster.
It’s just you and me, hemp bag. Dammit, I think I just heard another seam rip.