Party City of Reading

Very bad customer service. I purchased $ 60 worth of balloons for a party. The only thing I asked the clerk was to hold the door for me. It was very difficult for me to hold the balloons and keep the door open. She told me she couldn’t open the door for me because it was against store policy. I ended up losing three of the best balloons. I spend a lot of money on party supplies each year. It’s too bad this is the only store nearby. I will be ordering online from now. Would never shop here again.

It’s hard to get excited about a party store, but… One thing that surprised me when we were buying supplies for my in-​laws 50^th Wedding Anniversary party: virtually all of the paper plates and flatware they sell in a ridiculous rainbow of colors is 100% made in the USA. I really wasn’t expecting that but it certainly is nice to see. :)
But it truly is a rainbow: they don’t have just purple forks, for instance, they have dark Barney purple, lavender, and fuchsia.

Everything going into this place is from China and everything coming out is going beeline for the landfill. We have become such a feebleminded, inconsiderate and careless society of consumerists and Party City is living proof of our madness.
Needing a wig for an ensemble I am putting together for a costume party, I decided to go to Party City shopping for one. I should add that I didn’t make this decision lightly. This was my last resource, I’d already checked every thrift store in town, raided my friends’ closets and sought out my — we used to play dress up together — friends on Facebook so as not to have to step foot into this type of a store.
When I called Party City, I asked specific questions about what I was looking for because who wants to make an unnecessary trip? I told the clerk that I would be in shortly and hoped to have the same person help me to find what I was looking for. Indeed, the woman remembered our conversation and led me to the area where the wigs are displayed. Oh yes, they seemed to have a nice assortment, but get this: the area was completely blocked off with caution tape and there were hundreds of boxes (and I mean hundreds of boxes) piled to the ceiling. I couldn’t see nor get to anything. I wanted to ask her if she thought of mentioning this when we were on the tellie. After the clerk insisted we not go beyond the yellow tape zone, Dee jumped up high onto the boxes and started throwing wigs down to me. Yellow wigs, red wigs, Afro wigs… wigs everywhere. They even have a (disposable) wig sampling area. Refer to paragraph one.
I couldn’t bring myself to buy anything here. I want to say I was *furious* but that sort of bad energy collides with my party mood zing. So, let me just say I was disappointed but it was good Wednesday night entertainment.