From time to time I get people looking for storage that act like I set their car on fire when they see our prices. They irritate me, but I really don't mind that they don't want storage here at that price. I'm a horrible sales person, lol, and being a small facility near many apartments, filling them up is usually not a problem.
Had a couple come in yesterday that got upset when they found out the price. But they were just an odd occurance when you roll all their suckiness into one incidence. They fought and much car door slamming was involved all while he was trying all the doors before actually reading the "ring bell for service" sign on the clearly marked office door (all doors are generally kept locked at all times). She stormed off when finding out the price. And they asked several times for a person that was not me. Turns out they had the wrong storage place.
Had one guy that we called the cray guy. He came in one day looking for a large storage unit. At the moment we didn't have any vacant, but we had an auction coming up that weekend and one would be available then. He hung out in the office way too long after that. On the day of the auction, he returns very shortly after the auction ended and was rather impatient for the unit to become available. The owner's wife usually hangs out in the office with me on auction days for security, and I'm glad she was there that day. He was there way too long and she didn't want to rent to him because he was rather creepy. She told the owner, but he was a paying customer, so the owner saw no issue. He tol us all kinds of tales about how sucky his last storage place is, and I kind of believed him. Turns out I would learn the SC was really the problem. He moves his stuff in and within a week needs an additional unit. We accomodate. I start suspecting this guy is homeless. He's there all day from the moment we open the gate in the morning until about dusk. I run into him waiting for me to open the gate (and when the kids don't have school, I go out in my pj's to do that). Or I would see him walking in circles in the parking lot of a business 2 doors down. That really creeped me out. One evening, a pizza delivery guy shows up. I hadn't ordered a pizza. I had the back door open to enjoy the nice weather and a chair in the doorway to keep my littlest one in while the other kids played outside. The pizza guys pushes past the chair and I head him off but he's trying to push his way past me into my kitchen. That was bizarre in itself. We had a hard time understnading each other a because of language, and because I didn't order any pizza. Turns out it was the crazy, hanging out in his unit and when it finally dawned on me, I sent pizza guy back there. One Sunday, we arrive home from church, see that crazy guy has his stuff spread all over the driveway. The hubby drives up and tells him he can't block the drive like that and lucky for me, I was the only that saw the load of porn he had displayed on one side (glad the kids didn't see it). It's just a whole odd atmosphere here whil crazy guy is a tenant. One night, after he'd been here about 5 weeks, we get a phone call from one of the neighbors (one building of the apartment complex next door looks right over the side of the property where his big unit is). We find out that crazy guy has been sneeking onto the property late at night. Not only that, but they have witnessed acts of lewdness and indecency from him during the day. So he has pretty much been living in his storage unit. The decision came down from the owner that we would overlock his unit at night and he was asked to vacate when his rent was up. Of course he denied any wrong doing. That wasn't the last of him though. He moved his things the nearby storage and I saw him walking around all the time. No doubt those managers heard tales of how sucky we were. Haven't seen him for a while, I imagine he got kicked out of there too.
A drunk guy comes in once and wanted us to cut the lock off to his wife's storage. We only cut locks off for the leaseholders. He just wanted to get some videos out to sell for more booze. Hubby was there to help get rid of him that day. He returned the next week when I was alone, even more drunk. He made some comment about how he needed to quit drinking, I agreed and he turned on me. Needless to say I was scared. But I managed to get rid of him. Never saw him again after that.
Auctioned off a unit for non payment. You can call all you want and tell me you're going to make a payment, but until you actually make a payment, no matter how small, we have no resone to believe you. Woman calls and lays into me for selling her stuff. All politeness on my part quickly went out the window (and remember, I am very nonconfrontational). I let her have it. Told her if she had paid her rent, she wouldn't have this problem. She screams several times about how we did something illegal. Told her we had every right, and it wasn't my problem. Colorful words start coming from her and I hung up on her. I'm very rattled by this, so when she calls back, I hand the phone to the hubby. He's trying to be polite, but I can hear the yelling and language spewing from the phone. He gives up on politeness too and upon realizing it wasn't going to go anywhere, tells her to call back during office hours and hangs up. She called back again, but we didn't answer. It had me so rattled, I went out and bought pepper spray the next day. Never heard from her again.
I have more, but no time at the moment.
Had a couple come in yesterday that got upset when they found out the price. But they were just an odd occurance when you roll all their suckiness into one incidence. They fought and much car door slamming was involved all while he was trying all the doors before actually reading the "ring bell for service" sign on the clearly marked office door (all doors are generally kept locked at all times). She stormed off when finding out the price. And they asked several times for a person that was not me. Turns out they had the wrong storage place.
Had one guy that we called the cray guy. He came in one day looking for a large storage unit. At the moment we didn't have any vacant, but we had an auction coming up that weekend and one would be available then. He hung out in the office way too long after that. On the day of the auction, he returns very shortly after the auction ended and was rather impatient for the unit to become available. The owner's wife usually hangs out in the office with me on auction days for security, and I'm glad she was there that day. He was there way too long and she didn't want to rent to him because he was rather creepy. She told the owner, but he was a paying customer, so the owner saw no issue. He tol us all kinds of tales about how sucky his last storage place is, and I kind of believed him. Turns out I would learn the SC was really the problem. He moves his stuff in and within a week needs an additional unit. We accomodate. I start suspecting this guy is homeless. He's there all day from the moment we open the gate in the morning until about dusk. I run into him waiting for me to open the gate (and when the kids don't have school, I go out in my pj's to do that). Or I would see him walking in circles in the parking lot of a business 2 doors down. That really creeped me out. One evening, a pizza delivery guy shows up. I hadn't ordered a pizza. I had the back door open to enjoy the nice weather and a chair in the doorway to keep my littlest one in while the other kids played outside. The pizza guys pushes past the chair and I head him off but he's trying to push his way past me into my kitchen. That was bizarre in itself. We had a hard time understnading each other a because of language, and because I didn't order any pizza. Turns out it was the crazy, hanging out in his unit and when it finally dawned on me, I sent pizza guy back there. One Sunday, we arrive home from church, see that crazy guy has his stuff spread all over the driveway. The hubby drives up and tells him he can't block the drive like that and lucky for me, I was the only that saw the load of porn he had displayed on one side (glad the kids didn't see it). It's just a whole odd atmosphere here whil crazy guy is a tenant. One night, after he'd been here about 5 weeks, we get a phone call from one of the neighbors (one building of the apartment complex next door looks right over the side of the property where his big unit is). We find out that crazy guy has been sneeking onto the property late at night. Not only that, but they have witnessed acts of lewdness and indecency from him during the day. So he has pretty much been living in his storage unit. The decision came down from the owner that we would overlock his unit at night and he was asked to vacate when his rent was up. Of course he denied any wrong doing. That wasn't the last of him though. He moved his things the nearby storage and I saw him walking around all the time. No doubt those managers heard tales of how sucky we were. Haven't seen him for a while, I imagine he got kicked out of there too.
A drunk guy comes in once and wanted us to cut the lock off to his wife's storage. We only cut locks off for the leaseholders. He just wanted to get some videos out to sell for more booze. Hubby was there to help get rid of him that day. He returned the next week when I was alone, even more drunk. He made some comment about how he needed to quit drinking, I agreed and he turned on me. Needless to say I was scared. But I managed to get rid of him. Never saw him again after that.
Auctioned off a unit for non payment. You can call all you want and tell me you're going to make a payment, but until you actually make a payment, no matter how small, we have no resone to believe you. Woman calls and lays into me for selling her stuff. All politeness on my part quickly went out the window (and remember, I am very nonconfrontational). I let her have it. Told her if she had paid her rent, she wouldn't have this problem. She screams several times about how we did something illegal. Told her we had every right, and it wasn't my problem. Colorful words start coming from her and I hung up on her. I'm very rattled by this, so when she calls back, I hand the phone to the hubby. He's trying to be polite, but I can hear the yelling and language spewing from the phone. He gives up on politeness too and upon realizing it wasn't going to go anywhere, tells her to call back during office hours and hangs up. She called back again, but we didn't answer. It had me so rattled, I went out and bought pepper spray the next day. Never heard from her again.
I have more, but no time at the moment.
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