Went to donate a few items because we couldn't move them into the new place. Figured it was better to do that than throw them away. Upon arrival, the attendant started immediately by complaining and being somewhat rude. Of course this put me in a mood. He then complained that our sofa was a hideabed. We got the sofa bed about halfway out before he went to get someone who came out. As we were trying to move the couch that was still sitting half on the U-Haul, some adjustments needed to be done. Instead of communicating and us getting this done, they jerked the couch and crushed my foot from above the toe down. Blood and all the fun things. No apology, no aid given. They were stunned at my pained use of language then had an under the breath discussion about where I'm from amongst themselves like I was taboo. (Obviously if you aren't from there, don't be there. Well familiar with the Midwest xenophobia) I asked for a cup of water to wash off the blood. Ignored. No nothing.
As a disabled veteran of the USMC and someone who was trying to do something nice, the experience leaves me angry and thinking perhaps just junk items from here out. read more
