Disgusting Experience: Hear what my dresser claimed happened!
Whitney
Submitted this review about
All Services Movers
Review made Live: 11/2/2014 7:33:00 PM
I am not sure where I should begin. My nightmare started on June 10th, 2014. Personally this is a day which will live in infamy, in my own mind. I hired All Services Movers moving from San Antonio, Texas to Virginia Beach, Virginia. The movers came on June 10th, there were three moving guys, which had shirts emblazoned with a logo that did not say All Services Movers. Interesting. So, they did a pretty brilliant job of stacking up my items; wait let me rephrase, the one Puerto Rican gentleman did a good job of stacking my items onto the truck; so Shalom to the other two Jewish guys that just ran duct tape around everything. They took hours upon hours to pack it all, and at about 8 o'clock at night they decided to hand me some paperwork to sign my life away on, and re-estimated my initial quote by another 800.00 dollars. Angry and tired, I jotted down my signature, and away my things went. This is the last time I would see all of my personal items in mint condition. A week went by, and I heard nothing from the company. Intuitively something was amiss, and I realized that my possessions knew more than I did.
Whitney's childhood dresser here; and please allow me to explain the real story of the move. Once all of the items were picked up, we were shifting around like a sack of grapes in a vat for hours. The three guys parked the truck somewhere and from what I could tell, there were lights coming in and I could visibly make out "Lonestar Ladies". Anyways, we eventually drive to this very dark facility, that reeked of grandma's moth balls and worn out sneakers. My friends and I sat and sat and sat, waiting and hoping that we had not been abandoned. Some days were hotter than others; it is after all Texas. After roughly ten days, and sweating my lacquer off, several dwarves began to take us one by one and stack us onto another truck. Their baby arms didn't reach very far as they hoisted chairs, and plastic bins, so some of them got a little busted and bruised. I was not impressed by the demeanor of the dwarves. They seemed rather grumpy and one decided to smash in Whitney's filing cabinet. My cherry wood cringed at the sight. Once we were all loaded on, we were whisked away on the bumpy truck, over the river and through the woods, but you will never get to Whitney's house. The illegal alien operating this vehicle pulled off rather quickly on the side of the road, for reasons unbeknownst to us. Perhaps he had been held up at gunpoint, or gotten yanked by the 5-0 for illegal substances. Either way, there we were, seemingly stranded. Another several days went by, wondering what was happening, or where we were going. I kept hearing the illegal shouting profanities like "pendejos, pinche tu madre", whatever that means. Finally, we were on the road once more, bouncing around like Mardi De Gras beads on Fat Tuesday. My wood got a little excited when we heard Whitney's voice, rejoicing that we were here! Her laughter soon turned to tears however; once those fiery gates of hell, I mean the truck doors opened. Whitney was upset at the state her things were in, broken, damaged, some irreplaceable. The illegal immigrant demanded money from her, he wanted his dinero and now! So, I saw Whitney hop into her car in order to give the man what he wanted. When she returned, she put the green in his hand and both the Mexican and his two day labor workers started to take things off the truck. At first, they weren't putting anything upstairs, and as for me, they turned me upside down and pulled me out! All of my contents shook around, a miniature snow globe cracked open, making it look like Jack Frost took a shit in my drawers. After another several minutes, I began hearing Whitney argue with Pedro over moving items up the stairs. She agreed and in just a few short minutes, I was taken up the stairs and into the bedroom of my miniature owner. They had to turn me right-side up, and it was painful to say the least. They cracked some of my bottom, I may as well have been in a wood chipper. My other friends got roughed up too, but I hear its a sort of hazing process like that of an MS-13 initiation. In the end it took a total of 18 years, I mean days to get back to my rightful owner; and in a rather discombobulated state. Now back to Whitney:
The total cost of the job was 3,000.00, however the heartache and pain and suffering that I incurred is beyond a monetary amount. Come to find out, this company is just a bunch of brokers who sell off the job to the highest bidder. My possessions were scratched, broken, and some even missing. I will attach some photographic evidence below. Unfortunately, this move did not work in my favor. The communication with the company was essentially nonexistent, and predominantly full of false promises. Please take my advice: do not use this company!
