I had mixed experiences with Jet.
First, I was so happy to find a cleaner nearby that would pick up and deliver. The man I talked to on the phone about pick up / delivery was very friendly, and I liked the idea of giving him business. I felt excited about the prospect of becoming a loyal Jet customer, because I have recently moved to New Haven, I work long hours which makes pick up and delivery helpful, and I know I'll always need suits cleaned. The pick-up/delivery takes about a week: I leave the clothes in my building on Wednesday and receive it delivered clean the next Wednesday.
On one Wednesday evening, my suit jacket needed cleaning. I didn't want to wait two weeks to get the suit picked up the next Wednesday and dropped off the Wednesday after that. So I brought my clothes in to the store. I figured I was saving Jet the trouble of picking up and delivering, too. Because I work long hours and have had to be out of town multiple weekends in a row, I had to go to some effort to arrange my schedule so that I could go to Jet and drop my clothes off during its open hours. The nice woman I spoke with at Jet said that I could pick the clothes up on a certain date, anytime before 7pm.
When the time came to pick up my clothes, I managed to get out of work early enough to go. Jet is about a ten minute walk for me. I left work at 6:40, so I knew I would get to Jet at 6:50pm. I decided to be polite I should call Jet and give a heads up that I would arrive ten minutes before close, because I know sometimes people get stressed out about having customers right before close. A woman picked up to whom I had not spoken before. Usually I get along well with most people. I try hard to please. But this woman immediately became--or at least seemed--angry. She said something like, 'Why are you calling!?' (All the quotes here are paraphrased.) I explained. She said, 'If you arrive after 7pm, I'm not going to help you.' I said, 'I will arrive before 7pm, but just ten minutes before, so I was calling to give you a heads up.' She said, 'I am about to shut down the computer now, so even if you come in ten minutes before 7, I can't process your payment.' This seemed unreasonable to me. I had been told that I could pick up the clothes anytime before 7, and I felt that should mean I could also have my payment processed anytime before 7. Furthermore, considering I had warned her that I would come in just ten minutes before 7, why couldn't she keep her computer running until the business's official close time, at least on this one day? But I didn't say any of that. Instead, I said cheerfully, 'That's fine! I already paid when I dropped my clothes off! I just wanted to let you know I'm coming, in case you want to go look for my clothes now, so you won't have to scramble ten minutes before close.' She asked me my name and I told her. After a pause to look in her system, she responded accusatorially, 'We don't have any customers by that name!' I felt startled. If it were true that Jet had lost my name from its system after I paid and left my clothes, shouldn't this woman be apologetic? Why on earth was she angry? 'Well,' I said, 'I have a ticket that your coworker gave me--I'll read it to you.' I read the number. Another pause. 'We don't have that number in our system!' she barked. Again, I am thinking, if you really lost my information, you should be apologizing, not yelling. 'Never mind,' I said, deciding that my courtesy call wasn't worth the trouble, 'Let's discuss when I arrive in person. I'm two minutes away now.'
As I walked the next couple blocks, I thought, maybe I got the wrong number on Google and I called the wrong business--some other dry cleaner in another city. Maybe I called Jet Cleaners in New Haven, Colorado, and that Jet closes earlier, and it doesn't have my name or ticket in its system because I've never been to Colorado. Maybe that's why the person on the phone was so angry. So when I arrived at Jet, I decided just to be my usual friendly self and start fresh, in case it really was a different business than the one I had called. 'Hi,' I said, smiling and extending my dry cleaner ticket to the woman at the counter, 'I am here to pick up these items.' The woman took my ticket and then scolded, 'Why didn't you tell me you were a delivery customer?!' 'What? You never asked,' I replied, confused, 'In the past I have used pick up / delivery, but this time, I dropped my clothes off myself and told your coworker I would pick them up myself.' 'You should have told me you were a delivery customer,' she complained, 'We keep delivery customers in a separate system!' 'I didn't know that,' I responded, meekly, 'because I don't work here.'
In the end, I got my clothes, and they were perfectly clean. Jet does a good job and the prices are fair. But I felt drained from the experience of someone yelling at me. I do not think I will use Jet anymore. read more