My daughter rented a U-Haul storage space in late May and since then the location has double-billed her for one space, ignoring her complaints, blowing her off, and at one time, someone called her a ‘hoe’.
I asked if she wanted me on the case and she always resisted, saying she was handling it with her mother. And while her mother may have many fine qualities, one of those is an unfailing politeness which just is not effective with some people.
So nothing got resolved. Until today.
Sophia calls, complaining that she’s getting blown off again and that another $380 would be deducted in about a week.
“Sophia, do you want me to take the lead?”
“Dad, they’re just not listening to me or mom. I think you have to.”
So I get to work. Sophia and her mother have been working at this from a bottom-up approach, I decided to go top-down.
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I found a list of the top 20 executives @ U-Haul corporate (Phoenix).
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Using hunter.io, I learned that U-Haul emails have a fn_ln @ uhaul.com construction.
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I then wrote the following email, bcc:ing it to 16 of the top 17 executives at U-Haul, subject line "Documented Age Discrimination and Sexual Harassment at NYC U-Haul Location’, no pulling punches, this is the fucking subject.
Let’s talk:
My first contact was within 5 minutes. Within an hour and a half, I had corresponded with three of the people I emailed, as well as the corporate executive in charge of the division responsible for oversight of these locations.
(All of them were very professional and quite awesome.)
The head U-Haul guy called the owner of the store (who was on vacay, upstate) and demanded to see the records. He wrote me a long email apologizing, giving me the store owners’ phone number.
Well, I’m not calling him. That’s not how I handle things, tyvm. I don’t want to be a direct contact, a voice, to this man. I want to be the guy he never spoke to who he wished he had never heard of, a guy who… somehow… makes U-Haul jump over a transaction dispute.
So I ask Sophia to call him and request her transaction history, telling him ‘my Dad’s mad enough’. He sends it, and she forwarded it to me.
U-Haul had asked us for a summary of events. With the accounting records provided, I was ready. So, around 11pm, I compose the following and sent it to the 5 U-Haul execs, my ex and my daughter, and the owner of the location in question:
Up until then, the email was addressed to the group. But I then invoke the “… but this is my daughter!” clause and closed by addressing the store owner directly:
Sophia just texted me: $497.18 was just deposited into her account.
Don’t make me angry, guys. Just don’t.