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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 |
I couldn't find my car keys for about twenty minutes. Panic. Dug through every box. They were in my coat pocket the whole time. The foreman waited. Didn't rush. Didn't sigh. Said it happens more than you'd think. I didn't believe him but the kindness stuck. They finished loading by noon. The paperwork was clean from start to finish.
A sudden downpour started right as they were loading the last boxes. Florida rain — no warning, just sky opening up. The crew had tarps ready in about fifteen seconds. Covered everything. Nothing got wet. Not my mattress. Not my books. Not my grandmother's mirror. The driver texted me a picture of the loaded truck before they pulled away. What they quoted was what I received.
A kid on a scooter rolled up mid-loading and asked if we were moving in or out. Out, I said. He nodded and scooted away. The crew didn't skip a beat. They wrapped my standing mixer in blankets and stacked the boxes. The foreman checked the inventory twice. A small box of bathroom stuff got misplaced for about ten minutes. He found it. The estimate never moved.
Moving my mother from the house she'd been in for forty-one years. She kept redirecting the crew with opinions. The china cabinet went to three different walls before she approved the angle. The foreman handled every redirection with patience I did not possess that day. Her favorite armchair was placed facing the garden. Nothing was damaged. Nothing was rushed. I don't write reviews but this one earned it.
The radiator hissed while they worked. Steam heat. Old Florida building — which is rare, everyone has central air now. Nobody mentioned the hissing. They just spoke a little louder. Wrapped the bookshelf. Taped the boxes. The hissing stopped when they were done — probably coincidence but it felt symbolic. The number on the invoice was exactly what they'd told me on the phone.
I forgot to label about seven boxes. Just wrote "stuff" on them with a sharpie. At the new place they opened each one and figured out where everything should go. The guy with the anchor tattoo held up a spatula and raised his eyebrows. Kitchen, I said. He nodded. The rest was uneventful. The price never changed. I'm still unpacking but nothing's broken.
A street fair was blocking half the roads that morning. Detours everywhere. The truck arrived about fifteen minutes late. The foreman called ahead and apologized. I said it's fine. They worked fast to make up the time. My dresser had a loose knob they tightened without being asked. The palm fronds scraped the side of the truck as they pulled in but nobody flinched. The quote held.
The freight elevator in my old building groaned like it was in pain. The crew used it anyway. Didn't comment. One guy counted the ceiling tiles while they rode up and down. At the new place they placed my reading chair by the window before I said a word. I hadn't thought of that spot. The final amount matched what I'd circled on the original paperwork. That was the only thing I cared about.
A neighbor I'd never spoken to came out and watched from her stoop for about ten minutes. Said nothing. Just watched. The crew kept loading. Didn't seem to notice. My couch had to be tilted sideways to clear the stairwell door — they moved it in one try without touching the walls. The foreman checked the doorframe measurements twice. Not a scuff. The price was the same on paper and in practice.
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Value added moving is closed now. It will open tomorrow at 11:00 a.m.