Express

shaden Amin

DONT SHOP AT THIS EXPRESS STORE! I love the brand but the workers at this store is rudeeeee! I tried to return a suit today and I had the receipt and its within the allowed days! Yet the lady working there was extremely rude and did not assist at all!!!! Never going to shop from Express again unless I get my full refund! This was today on Memorial Day around 5 PM when I visited the store! My advice to Express is to hire quality employees for good customer service otherwise, you will loose more loyal customers like me on daily basis!

Lyse Jacob

Your associate in Oceanside was very helpful and courteous. Norma if I recall correctly was her name.

ARISTA CORICA

The customer service was exceptional, Stephanie and Corey were most patient and accommodating. They assisted us with all of our shopping needs and ensured we received the best deals for our products. Thank you so much ladies for taking excellent care of us and we are look forward to seeing you there again :)

Water Buffalo

This store is a pleasant place when you first arrive. People greet you and invite you into their “workspace”. Immediately, the area was seemingly harmless, even the most diligent water buffalo could drink from the fountain. Regardless, of your drive to the store, if it’s 100 meters, metres, M, or KM it should be easy to get to and from this place. I was accosted at the second-hand security measures in this place. The first choice was clearly the best. The fertility clinic would have a pearl in an oyster with that one… But the second choice, I’ve seen indigent felons more qualified to shine shoes. The cashier, an older gentleman with the sentiment of a “bull in a china shop”. I’m talking a corner office with a desk lap he got in the 30’s from his grandmother’s deaf sister, epitome of a hard-working American, a true self-made man, greeted me with the poker face of a guy who just finished his last stop at the world series of poker. The gentleman visage was weathered, like The Old Man and the Sea. His temperament remained rather mild-mannered, obsessed with punctuality and frustrated by the inefficiencies he saw in others. Least of all, was his respect for the computer, he felt the computer had set the human race back millennia because it was now dependent on a machine to communicate. But there-in was the dilemma, they knew this, and they had chosen him as the mechanism to deliver the communication via a method that was faster than what humans could provide. This was a heavy burden to bear. The gentleman’s shoulders did not droop, his heart did not wither, and rest assured he lost no sleep. Fresh out of the Casino, this character was a first-rate gentleman, but a pay to play customer that made me keep my cards close to my chest this early into the store. I had to trade my right kidney just to get this guy to shake my hand, he was just one of those kinds of men. He was as harmless as a lamb, but he had a voice that put fear into any mongrel he encountered. As I look back at it now, he was just a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Fast forward, and after this third rate security measures, it looks like I’ll get to purchase an express t-shirt. The gentlemen even told me, if I wanted, there was Coca-Cola in the vending machine on the other side of the store. I saved up my quarters for the next 5 weeks, just to get a pop out of the machine. Turns out, they didn’t have cans. So, I had to save up dimes for another 7 weeks, to be able to afford one of those plastic bottles. I then took the dimes and went to the currency exchange at the local airport. I had them converted into quarters. I’m a regular environmentalist myself. I dislike plastic bottles, but the gentleman assured me that if I wanted a pop, that was the only kind that the machine had. Reluctantly, I agreed. All in all, I was just trading my time for a handful of dimes. One of the A/V guys in the back, a true Christian man, used to stream surf contests between his daily prayers to the Lord Jesus Christ. Another gal at the store, was in between jobs, she kept have issues with carbon copies of t-shirts, I think they transferred her to Seattle. My patronage of the store was a first rate stars and stripes operation. Arrived early, left late, typical American operation in the no-vacation nation. At the inception, I informed the elder gentleman cashier; Everything on me, including my jeans, are for sale. He asked “even the Cadillac?” I replied “Yes, but the jeans I’d only sell to a dime.”