Are we talking about the same place, here??!! I'M TALKING about the Gerber Collision & Glass at 3820 Union Rd in Cheektowaga, 14225. Basically opposite George Urban Blvd, behind a Tim Horton's there. I'm asking the above because upon reading these reviews, some of them are talking about Carruba, or.........????? another place.
THIS ONE is TERRIBLE! I've been there 3 times, over a period of a few years, but NEVER had work done there. And I'm SO GLAD I DIDN'T.
1st time: Went in for an estimate on damage. Bent fender. Short, heavy, balding gentleman virtually SIGHED........REPEATEDLY, HEAVILY. I couldn't help but get the impression that I was bothering him. Tramped out to the vehicle, more HEAVY SIGHING, and proceeded to tell me everything wrong with the car. Wasn't explaining so much as talking AT ME! Like I had "no right" to ask him to fix this junk. I got several impressions:
1. My car is a piece 'o crap.
2. He has NO INTEREST in fixing it.
3. I'm wasting his time by bringing to him such garbage.
2nd time: Another, minor damage estimate request. Middle of a summer day. All lights are on. Door is locked. I'm waiting, waiting, waiting.......finally I knock, LIGHTLY, on the door. After several minutes, SAME GUY as 1st time, walks up to the door, looks me up and down, "sizing me up" with a rotten look on his face, SIGHS HEAVILY, eventually unlocks the door and walks away.
????????--"Am I bothering you???!!" NO, I DIDN'T SAY THIS, but it's what I thought. I said, politely, "Is this a good time for you, or should I make an appointment?" He looks at me like I just insulted his mother. After several tense moments, he mumbles something like, "Yeah, well I got paperwork to do, too, ya know!!!"
3rd time: 1.24.23 I walk in. There's a "middle-aged" lady SHOUTING on her cell phone. In one fell swoop, and in a single breath she says, "YEAHIKNOWWHATYOUMEANIT'SAPAINAIN'TITOHBOYGOTTAGONOWI'LLTALKTOYOULATERYES???"
("YEAH, I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN IT'S A PAIN AIN'T IT? OH BOY GOTTA GO NOW I'LL TALK TO YOU LATER YES???"--I'm guessing the last word was for me. I ask for an estimate; this time there's a lot of damage. I say I'm gonna pay for it, so it's not an insurance claim. "WHO'S THE INSURANCE COMPANY???!!!! I start to explain, again, that I'm not going through insurance. Halfway through my sentence, she says, "WHO?!. IS??! YOUR?!. INSURANCE??!!. COMPANY???!!!!. She's saying it like I'm deaf and 6 years old. I barely get the name of the company outta my mouth and she says, "LOOK!!!!!!!" [blah, blah, blah, basically YELLING at me, something I didn't understand......] By then I'm already backing out of the door. As I'm leaving, she's still railing away about something. Me: "OK, thank you".
I'm out. Never gonna step foot in that place again. read more