So, I'm up here at my Mom's for the weekend. My plan is to take my bedroom furniture from when I was a kid (which is a really nice set) plus some other stuff back down to North Carolina.
So I had made a reservation with U Haul for a 5x8 trailer, and made arrangements for Brother to stop by and help me load it up. He was supposed to meet me at the house an hour after the reservation time (I figured that would give me plenty of time to get the trailer and get home, we'd load up quick, and he'd be on his way).
Oh so wrong.
Before I go to get the trailer, I drive over to the assisted living where Mom lives now to pay her a visit. Between the road conditions and the visit, I end up running a bit late. So I call the U Haul place to let them know I'd be a bit late. The guy who answers has a very thick accent but is understandable.
He says, "You have reservation? You coming to pick up late?"
Me: Yes, I'm running about 30 minutes late. I'm on my way there now. Ok?"
Him: Uhm.. . . oh. Oh. OK.
Me: OK. Be there in a bit.
This particular location is a store that sells ATVs, go carts, and scooters. The UHaul bit is a sideline (not uncommon, so I thought nothing of it when I made the reservation online).
So I get there, and the guy (whose co-worker is smoking IN the store, in front of a dad and his two kids--dad leaves in disgust) then tells me that the owner of the store has gone down to Virginia and he is the only one who knows how to do the rentals.
Me: Virginia?!?!?!?
Man: Yes. I'm sorry. I don't know how to do this.
Me: When didn't you tell me when I called?
Man:
Me: Forget it.
So I have to go home, get online again, find another location, make a new reservation, and am now even more behind. Brother has to cool his heels for 45 minutes waiting on me Fortunately, he was more upset with the U haul place than with me.
I wish the dude had just told me when I called that the trailer wasn't going to be available. It would have saved me a whole lot of hassle.
So I had made a reservation with U Haul for a 5x8 trailer, and made arrangements for Brother to stop by and help me load it up. He was supposed to meet me at the house an hour after the reservation time (I figured that would give me plenty of time to get the trailer and get home, we'd load up quick, and he'd be on his way).
Oh so wrong.
Before I go to get the trailer, I drive over to the assisted living where Mom lives now to pay her a visit. Between the road conditions and the visit, I end up running a bit late. So I call the U Haul place to let them know I'd be a bit late. The guy who answers has a very thick accent but is understandable.
He says, "You have reservation? You coming to pick up late?"
Me: Yes, I'm running about 30 minutes late. I'm on my way there now. Ok?"
Him: Uhm.. . . oh. Oh. OK.
Me: OK. Be there in a bit.
This particular location is a store that sells ATVs, go carts, and scooters. The UHaul bit is a sideline (not uncommon, so I thought nothing of it when I made the reservation online).
So I get there, and the guy (whose co-worker is smoking IN the store, in front of a dad and his two kids--dad leaves in disgust) then tells me that the owner of the store has gone down to Virginia and he is the only one who knows how to do the rentals.
Me: Virginia?!?!?!?
Man: Yes. I'm sorry. I don't know how to do this.
Me: When didn't you tell me when I called?
Man:
Me: Forget it.
So I have to go home, get online again, find another location, make a new reservation, and am now even more behind. Brother has to cool his heels for 45 minutes waiting on me Fortunately, he was more upset with the U haul place than with me.
I wish the dude had just told me when I called that the trailer wasn't going to be available. It would have saved me a whole lot of hassle.
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