Here's my story about being a victim of vehicular discrimination.
Yea, I said "vehicular discrimination". I didn't know it was a thing either, but I had to coin the term because it absolutely happened.
Some of you may know that I started destroying my (ex) show car 9 months ago as my priorities shifted towards rebuilding my home. The Juke is a beautiful versatile vehicle and makes an excellent work truck .... once you stop caring about making it look nice. I've hauled tens of thousands of pounds of concrete inside (this is not an exaggeration), and 15 exterior walls worth of framing & sheathing on my roof rack in 9 short months. Four months ago, we bought a garage door from Home Depot. Nothing too fancy, 8'x7', insulated, 2x big wide windows. Took FOUR MONTHS to be made... uncertain times, supply shortages, yadda yadda, no worries, we didn't actually need it because there were plenty of other walls to build in the meanwhile. Well I still routinely checked in with Clopay (the manufacturer) to schedule construction around it as efficiently as possible. It is scheduled DELIVERY on Friday, July 16th. That day I go into HD to do a followup... turns out they don't deliver to my home address (as I was originally told), rather, they delivered to Home Depot's garage door contracted installer, a shack called Parker Doors. So I gave Parker Doors three days to reach out to me to schedule the delivery to my home. Silence. So on Wednesday I reach out to Parker and I'm like "yo, I need this door now, deadlines are tight, when are you gonna deliver it".... Well Parker isn't making any money from us cuz they aren't doing the install so this lady says to me "oh in the next week or two we'll get to it". Naaahhh. "Can I pick it up from your warehouse?" (I didn't realize they were a shack, not an actual reputable facility) "I guess. Bring a truck and a friend". "I have a Juke, I'll be by tomorrow". I show up the next day with the Juke loaded to the brim with construction waste purely on a reconnaissance mission. Look at the size/shape/weight of the package. I get to meet the pleasant ::cough worthless cough:: lady that spoke on the phone. She points at the package on the floor, I inspect it, lift it, etc. "Cool, no problem". "You'll need a truck." "Nah, the Juke can handle this no problem." "No, you'll need a truck. I know what a Juke is, it can't handle this." "My roof rack can handle 300 lbs, I routinely load it with much larger stuff than this" "Well this is 370 pounds, I won't let you take this unless you show up with a truck." "My vehicle is plenty sufficient, I will assume liability, I've already paid for this, this is mine, I'm going to come back later and pick it up" "Well I'M THE OWNERS WIFE AND I FORBID IT" "Excuse me? Do you even know what a Juke is? You realize it's basically an SUV. With a roof rack." "I know what Juke is, and my son agrees that it can't handle this. I forbid it." "Does your son own a Juke?" "....yes" ::I stare blankly at her face:: "oh hell no, I'm out of here" So now I am friggin LIVID cuz this beeya just straight lied to my face and denied me my own property. There's a lot of crap I hate in this world but LIARS top the list. Now keep in mind I'm running a tight schedule, my time is money, and I've gotta get this garage door back to the house and get it installed ASAP cuz there's a massive hole in the front of my house. And now I gotta go inconvenience my neighbor with a truck because it's clear she will not budge on this unreasonable demand. So we roll up around 4:45 and I walk in there and I say "I'm here for my property" and she just stares at me stone-face. I nod towards my buddy and say "he has a truck" and she looks out the window, sees the truck, and goes "okay." I sign the release waiver and my buddy and I take the packages out of that poo-hole and place them all on the tailgate of his truck. Once every piece of my garage door is on his truck and outta there, I go SWEET, fkdizbeech, and we load it all onto the Juke. Strap it down, buddy and his truck drive away empty, and Jukeys drives away with a garage door on the roof and my middle finger on the steering wheel. Once back at the shop, just out of morbid curiosity, I weigh EVERYTHING. The total package comes in under 200 lbs.
I tell you with absolute honesty, that is the first time I've ever left a 1 star google review in my life. It won't matter; they don't service the public or require positive marketing, they get their contracts from Home Depot, and I'm willing to bet the husband does fine garage door installations. But it was INFURIATING that this egomaniac lady had such an unfounded gripe against the Juke that she was willing to literally break the law and deny me access to my own property. And that she lied to me.... TWICE. And we already know how I feel about liars.
The moral of the story is that Jukes are friggin sweet and I deal with big-truck-little-weewee dudes in the Home Depot parking lot ALL THE TIME as they watch me load up in their precious Pro Parking spot. They talk their smack and I always just look at em and go "you know my car is faster AND gets better gas mileage than yours, right?" It's ridiculous. It's insane. It's a Juke.