Staples

I went into the store to drop off some Amazon returns and the process was super easy and so quick that I decided I would take a minute to look at a new laptop. I wasn't there long but 3 different associates offered help. Eventually I had a few questions Sam helped me and was professional, attentive and knowledgeable beyond my expectations. I feel very at ease now with my decision and am truly grateful for his help. Thanks Sam!

- J McClosky

I go to Staples a lot for office supplies and shipping packages. They have a great selection of office supplies, knowledgeable employees, good prices and I always find what I need. I especially appreciate that they are a drop off point for returns to Amazon and other retailers.

- Hobart King

sales staff very friendly and knowledgeable in helping in selection of new computer, printer and protection plan. I'm not real computer friendly but the salesperson was able to guide me to a computer and printer that would meet my needs.

- Michael Klamerus

I had to print some papers and mail back an Amazon package yesterday, and Naz helped me. I mean he really helped me. I had no idea what I needed to do, and he was just zipping around me getting it done, and explaining every part before I could even think of want to ask. I mean that in the best way possible. He’s a champ and definitely an asset.

- Sarah Frerck

A Symphony of Sloth at Staples Ah, the Uniontown Staples—a bastion of modern commerce where efficiency ostensibly meets the needs of the industrious. Yet, upon crossing the threshold of this particular establishment, one is greeted not by the brisk hum of progress but by the languid choreography of a front cashier who appears to have mastered the fine art of *existential drift*. It is as though time itself slows in their presence. Each scan of a barcode feels like the culmination of a philosophical debate: Should I? Must I? What is the metaphysical implication of scanning this pack of pens?Customers shuffle in line, their faces a mosaic of suppressed frustration and existential despair, pondering whether they will grow old and gray before their office supplies are bagged. To watch this individual process a transaction is akin to observing a sloth compose a symphony. Every motion is deliberate, perhaps overly so—one might even say imbued with a tragic gravitas. You can almost hear the cashier's internal monologue, echoing with the cadence of Dostoevsky: *"Why rush? The world is but a fleeting illusion, and paperclips are but instruments of bureaucratic tyranny." And yet, one cannot help but admire the sheer audacity of it all. This is not inefficiency born of incompetence; no, it is inefficiency elevated to an art form, a protest against the tyranny of haste in a world that demands it. Still, for those of us who simply wish to purchase a ream of printer paper and get on with our day, this performance is less enlightening and more exasperating. One might suggest to management that a gentle nudge toward expedience could be in order. Until then, bring a book—or perhaps War and Peace—for the wait is long, and the cashier's pace is eternal. Rating:1/5 stars—For the existential comedy, and teaching me patience.

- Aaron Shumar