By: Toc [2004-01-22]

How Not to Clean Your Carpet

I told myself that in a little while I would have nice clean carpet.


I figure there's a Deluxe in every town, so we're pretty safe.


Since my house had recently become catless, and was about to become rabbitless as well (and therefore entirely petless), I thought it would be nice to have the carpet in the whole house professionally cleaned - no more fur or dander, a fresh smell, that sort of thing.

So I signed on to have a local outfit called "Deluxe Carpet Cleaning" over for a house-wide carpet cleaning. It sounded like a decent deal: I have a big house, and with the living, dining, and family rooms thrown in, plus the stairs, I did the math and figured I was doing OK. When the Deluxe folks said that their people would move "all" the furniture themselves, that clenched it: I had a winner.

The Deluxe fellows showed up promptly Friday afternoon: two guys, one about my height, the other one even bigger - between the two of them, clearly capable of manhandling my furniture. The bigger fellow was the boss, and he did most of the talking. I thought it was a little odd that he left a religious tract on the kitchen counter and tried a couple of times to start up a religious conversation - it was the typical Southern Baptist stuff I'd yawned my way through in college. I told myself that in a little while I would have nice clean carpet, so I just chatted with them while they worked.

As they were about to start on the last room, I ran upstairs to see how the bedrooms looked. I thought it odd that the master bed was exactly where it had been, as was my computer desk in my upstairs office. I don't know if you're familiar with carpet cleaning equipment, but it's not exactly the kind of stuff you can just squeeze under a bed and still reach the whole carpet.

Puzzled, I went back downstairs and asked the cleaning fellows if they had any trouble moving the bed. Imagine my surprise when I was told that they don't move beds because their insurance won't allow it (not quite "all" the furniture after all).

Concerned, I called the Deluxe office and asked to speak to the manager who had sold me the package. Of course he wasn't in, but I did get another manager who explained to me that their insurance didn't allow them to move heavy furniture like beds, and that a computer desk wasn't a piece of furniture because it held an appliance (a computer).

Frustrated, I pointed out that I had been sold a package in which the cleaners were supposed to move "all" the furniture, and that no distinction was made at the time between normal furniture and other kinds of furniture. The manager replied by saying (about four or five times) that that was the deal, that I really didn't want carpet cleaners to move an expensive computer around, that there was really nothing to be done, etc.

Angered, I pointed out that the time to tell me this was when I was buying the service, not moments before the job was about to wrap up.

Still angry, I then told the guy in my house (you remember, the one bigger than me) that I had a problem: they weren't delivering what I had purchased.

That's when things started to turn really ugly: the big cleaning guy started arguing with me. Frustrated even more, I raised my voice. He raised his voice back. I raise my voice some more; so did he. Then he started scolding me.

That was it. I was shouting now: I told him that no one talks to me that way in my own house, and that it was time for him to leave.

He refused.

Remember that he was bigger than I was. And the second guy lurking in the background was about my height as well.

Scared, I started shouting, "get out of my house" at the top of my lungs.

Instead he stood toe to toe with me and kept arguing.

We went around this way for several minutes: me angry and scared, him scolding and shouting back. Then he said he wasn't going to leave without his equipment - so I told him to get his equipment and leave. Then he said he wasn't going to leave without being paid - so I told him that he would be paid when he left the house.

He still didn't leave. But he did keep arguing.

This big guy.

And another big guy, about my height, moving around out of sight doing who knows what.

Did I mention that I was scared? To death?

By this time I had shouted at him to leave well over a dozen times and had opened the front door of the house to help him on his way out. When I didn't get the result I was after, I told him that if he didn't leave right away I'd call the police. So I did.

After what seemed like an hour but was probably only 10 minutes, two cruisers pulled up. In the interim the big cleaning guy and I had shouted at each other several more times, until he sat down and ignored my demands to get out while he wrote up the bill. I finally got the guy out of the house by grabbing his pen and throwing it out the door; he went after it.

Now I was just scared again.

The police stayed until the two guys left. While they were present, I paid the cleaner what I owed him ("just get him out of here!" I told the officer), and the cleaning guys got their equipment out of the house.

Spread the word: "Deluxe Carpet Cleaning" is how not to clean your carpet.
rambleramblerambleramble [2004-01-23 16:26:00] twins
This is one of those situations where everything just goes from bad to worse, escalating further than you ever thought possible. There's always the trump card for the scaring/threatening, "I'm gonna call the cops." That's the bad guys' cue to leave, with a threat to "get you back later," or some such. But in this case not only did you call the cops, get them to your house, and still have trouble getting rid of these guys, but the only way to do it was to pay them to leave which is what they demanded of you in the first place. GODDAM, you poor kid, you woulda been so damn angry, they got what they wanted, you didn't, and your trump card didn't help you.
Screw the bastards. Now you owe them. You owe them good. You owe the debt of HUMILIATING PAIN.
Revenge is a dish best served cold with relish.

[2004-01-23 16:31:00] Eve
You could've come on to them. The angrier they got, the more you came on to them. They would get disturbed from the sexual tension. Then when they wanted to leave, you wouldn't let them.
Or it could backfire and they would get turned on and think "no" means "oh god yes".
Carpet Cleaning&Mormon Underwear [2004-01-23 17:09:00] Hieronymous Biscuit
I got my carpet cleaned for free, but it was only after the hot water heater decided to stop retaining its integrity. And after the carpet guy wet-vacuumed the carpet and put five jet-engine fans that sounded like roaring turbines which ran for about a week before the carpet was dry. He had an electronic digital wetosity meter that he probed the carpet all over for signs of moisture. Finally, he got around to cleaning the carpet, and I got a new hot water heater. The part about the Baptist Bible tracts reminds me that I have recently be visited by Mormon missionaries who want me to get baptized, and they want to do it, because they do it the right way. But then wouldn't I be a Mormon? Having 28 wives would be OK, but you have to wear Mormon Garments (evidently they can't say underwear) and give them 10% of your money. But I think that the whole thing is an Amway scam to sell you Mormon underwear. You might have thought that having religious tracts, the carpet guy would be scrupulously honest, but I have often found that the soundrels use religion to sanctify their scams. If patriotism is the last refuge of scoundrels, then religion must be the first.
Bierce thought it the other way round [2004-01-23 22:05:00] jonas
Wurde, you should have asked him what Jesus would do. Then, as he calmed down and began to reflect, you could have kicked him in the nuts. Then he wouldn't be so big.
Ambrose Bierce? [2004-01-23 22:18:00] Hieronymous Biscuit
Ambrose Bierce got his carpet cleaned?
For real [2004-01-23 22:24:00] jonas
He said Deluxe Carpet Cleaning was the way to go. I saw it on the telly.
Toy Model Boxers [2004-01-24 06:14:00] Hieronymous Biscuit
Also. the toy boxers are funny; they are sort of pugnacious carpet cleaners.
Wiley Coyote [2004-01-24 08:12:00] Hieronymous Biscuit
Wiley Coyote uses Acme Carpet Cleaning Co.--
[2004-01-24 14:23:00] Dedas
Humans: GET READY TO FIGHT!
OK [2004-01-24 14:50:00] Hieronymous Biscuit
I think that technically it's "human beings" but most people just use "humans," but we'll get ready to fight any way, although we are obviously facing an adversary who has damned little regard for the English language!
say hi to jean! Hi, Jean! HI, GIENE! [2004-01-24 19:26:00] Eve 'n' Tidy
LITTEL REEGARDDE ----Hotel in in southen Sweden.
LITEL REEDGARD ----Small furry mammal that lives in the rocky mountains of the Himalayas.
Rick Ard ----friend of Captain Pickard.
Spleen Shard ----What is it with you and your Spleen Shard? (see thingsihate archives)
Hi, Jinks! [2004-01-24 20:06:00] Hieronymous Biscuit
Dear Jonks--
Your cousin Lena has
done took-off with the
Traveling Carnival again.
This time, they got her
a-working as the Bearded,
Tattooed Fat-Dog-Faced Lady.

As ever,
Your Aunt, Zelda Penguintoes
hehehe [2004-01-24 23:47:00] Jamoni
Buy a gun, wussie.
i hate [2004-01-25 08:16:00] kelley
carpet cleaners coming into my home, they always seem to show me the gunk coming out of my carpets, making statements like look at that, this is why they should be cleaned every 6 months.. my gosh good thing you called us ext...
i'm paying these guys to clean my carpets, not to tell me how disqusting we are. so now i no longer pay for this service of scoldings and plain shi*ty comments
Scammers [2005-11-04 17:00:41] carpet sales person
Unforunately you ran into a business that is not upfront with the situations of the business. my sujestion is to call the better business bureau and action line about the misleading termonolgy of the business.
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