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| - We went in for a Ubox. Now, I'm just saying, if you are moving, it goes without saying that you are going to most likely be on a schedule & overly tired from trying to be Supermom!
When my daughter & I arrived, we were greeted by Craig aka New Tat on Bicep Man. I knew this because he had his sleeve zip tied up so as to keep the ubiquitous petroleum jelly (ew) off of his sleeve, presumably. After saying hi, he went back to working on the screen in front of him.
After standing and waiting for several minutes, we sat down in the boxes in front of him & continued to wait. A few more minutes went by and he asked my daughter if we were together. She answered that we were and said 'ok' and went back to working on the computer screen.
We waited for another 8 minutes, sitting right in front of him, and neither he nor anyone else offered to help us!
When I finally timidly asked if he was able to help me, he said 'yep'. What?! As I'm standing there, already incredulous, I noticed a young woman with short blonde hair & big blue eyes sitting behind the counter helping somebody else, but STARING RIGHT AT ME! What?! She will NOT stop staring!
To top it all off, they failed to tell us that they did not supply the correct sized ball for the hitch, and of course we had the wrong size
Joel was the most helpful, answering the phone when I called earlier & calmly telling 'Craig' that yes, indeed, they had a Ubox on the lot---something Craig was unable to determine for himself.
Unbelievable. I guess they figure they're the only game in town...NOT.
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