Best Buy Mall Of Georgia

I was a circuit city guy until they went away. Once I had to go to Best Buy, I realized what I had been missing. Great company!

They always have great customer service and really look forward to helping there customers.

So, let me tell you the epic tale of my latest encounter with the Meek Squad™ — the unholy trifecta of hesitation, confusion, and defeat. They arrived with all the swagger of a toddler at a spelling bee, nervously pacing in and out of my house for a solid 30 minutes before finally delivering the verdict: “We can’t do it.” Why? Oh, because they weren’t sure my mount could handle it. You know, the same mount that’s been holding an 85”, 98-pound Samsung like it’s posing for a Renaissance portrait. The mount clearly rated for 120 inches and 220 lbs, but math must’ve been optional during Meek Squad orientation. So they left. Job undone. Time wasted. My will to live? Also mildly shaken. But wait—there’s more! I peel back the box on this glorious 98” beast, only to discover that the VESA mounting holes are practically kneecap-level on the back of the TV. To mount it where it belongs would mean lowering my wall mount down to somewhere between “awkward modern art” and “why is the TV inside my subwoofer?” And speaking of the mount—it’s basically fused to the wall. No, not concreted in, but let’s just say I hung my fat ass off of it like a test weight in a NASA lab to prove a point. Didn’t move. That thing’s more committed than my last relationship. I did try to get my $0 installation refunded, but shockingly, there’s no customer service form for “I watched three men take a nervous lap around my living room.” The delivery guys? Rockstars. I told them, eyes blazing with righteous rage, “Leave the damn thing.” And in under 2 minutes, it was inside my house—cold, sealed, and strapped like it had just been air-dropped in by a Special Ops team and left to fend for itself. And now it stands… A towering monument to procrastination. Naked in its tattered box lining, like a forgotten Greek statue, torn open just enough to whisper “I used to dream of being mounted…” Ignored. Waiting. Longing for the mythical day I finally get around to moving the mount and begging a friend to help me do the actual lift. Until then? It just sits. A 98-inch orphan. Unwatched. Unloved. Haunted by the ghost of Meek Squad past. With gratitude to cGPT — for giving my sarcasm structure, my rage rhythm, and my drama punctuation.

Very attentive and knowledgeable. They were extremely helpful with what all we needed.