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A little over a year ago, I moved to Scottsdale, and returned my U-haul here. No big deal. Thought nothing of it.
Today, I returned to buy some packing materials. As I walked in the store, things were laid out in usual clustershuck fashion. Boxes and whatnot in no order.
The first item I wanted was bubble wrap. To pack my vintage action figures, beer glasses, and whatnot. Of course.
The moment, I touched the bubble wrap, and attendant quickly approached me and asked if I needed help. I said, no thank you. Then he stood there. And stared. At me. Like a rapist.
Yeah, I said it. Like a freaking rapist. He didn't move. He just stood there and stared. I didn't know what to say, other than, I don't need any more help.
After the longest 10 seconds of my life, I said, "so....this bubble wrap...it's made of high quality plastic eh?" And the Jackass still didn't catch my drift.
At this point, I whipped out my credit card and said, let me just pay for this. I had a ton of other stuff to buy, but I felt so freaking uncomfortable here because of the U-haul rapist. I am never coming back.
If you need packing supplies, need to rent a truck, or are planning on moving, don't come here. Your soul will be stolen by this guy.
Thank God, I rented my truck from Penske.
U-haul? More like U-fail.
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