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4005 N Federal Hwy, Fort Lauderdale, FL, 33308, United States
Get directions| Weekday | Schedule | Status |
|---|---|---|
| Mon | 10:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. | |
| Tue | 10:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. | |
| Wed | 10:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. | |
| Thu | 10:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. | |
| Fri | 10:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. | |
| Sat | 11:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m. | |
| Sun | Closed |
The truck had a small dent on the rear bumper. I noticed it immediately. Then I watched them load my grandmother's armoire like it was made of glass. Blankets. Then more blankets. Then plastic wrap. The foreman checked every edge before it went on the truck. A brief route delay on the Turnpike added twenty minutes but they'd factored in buffer time. The price didn't change.
I had three boxes of books that were way too heavy. Entirely my fault. The bottom of one started to give as they lifted. The younger mover caught it — held the whole thing together while the foreman grabbed a fresh box from the truck. They repacked it on the curb. Lost nothing. I learned my lesson about book packing. The estimate never moved.
The new place had a sliding glass door that stuck. Not their problem at all. The foreman sprayed something on the track from a small can in his truck. It slid open. I still don't know what was in that can. They placed my couch facing the door. Asked about the TV placement. The price I wrote down when I booked was the price on the final paperwork.
My roommate bailed on packing day. Just didn't show. I was alone with a two-bedroom worth of chaos. The crew arrived and saw the mess. Didn't blink. Packed his room without comment. I kept apologizing. The foreman finally said stop. They finished ahead of schedule. I texted my roommate. No reply. The total matched what I'd been quoted.
The dispatcher had a voice like she'd done this ten thousand times. Calm. No upselling. She confirmed the time. Confirmed the address. Asked about stairs before I mentioned them. The crew showed up exactly when she said they would. They wrapped my glass shelves in foam and secured them with straps. The price on the final slip was the price from the booking call.
A garbage truck blocked the alley for about twenty-five minutes. The crew waited. Drank water. Made a phone call. Then it moved and they went back to loading. Nobody got frustrated. Nobody charged me for the delay. My couch arrived without a mark. The final invoice matched what they'd told me on the phone weeks earlier. Old place is empty, new place feels right.
I'd packed a box of winter coats. In July. In Florida. The mover asked if I wanted them in climate storage. I said it's ninety-two degrees outside. He said old habits. They moved the box anyway. Didn't charge extra. Didn't even write it down. The rest of the furniture was standard stuff — couch, bed, dresser. The estimate held. My neighbor asked for their number. I gave it.
A wasp got into the cab during loading. The driver dealt with it calmly. Opened the window. Waved it out. The crew kept working like nothing happened. My grandmother's mirror was triple-wrapped and strapped to the truck wall. The amount on the final slip was identical to the quote. Wasp-free ever since. I'd have paid the same to avoid the headache. They made it avoidable.
The hallway carpet was that industrial gray stuff that shows every stain. I'd walked on it for years. The crew rolled dollies over it all morning. When the truck was loaded I stood there looking at it one last time. The foreman asked if I was ready. I said yeah. The final number was the number I'd been holding for three weeks. No drama. No damage. Paid and finished.
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Value added moving is closed now. It will open tomorrow at 11:00 a.m.