I don’t believe I can recommend Darryl and Darryl (neither one smart enough to be Larry) Delivery.
Pete measured and remeasured our porch door, trying to figure out why they couldn’t get it in the house. I kept telling him, “It was the little clippy things that hold the freezer door shut. Darryl and Darryl said those were keeping it from going through the door.” It is now painfully obvious that I didn’t actually WATCH them trying to get the fridge in the house. At the time we had a bunch of other people here doing various repairs, and I was also trying to remove the wallpaper in our bedroom. Thus, I did not give D&D the normal supervision one should provide when two of the three stooges are bringing large appliances into your house.
We went to the appliance store a couple of times to try to find a different fridge that would fit, but the few choices that were smaller were a LOT smaller. They probably are bigger than the one we have at the old house, but this kitchen is so big we were both picturing a fridge that was actually a useful size. Say, one that’s bigger than a dorm fridge. We looked at the floor model for the one they’d tried to deliver, and I reiterated that D&D said it was the clippy things that kept the fridge from fitting through the door. We grabbed a salesman, and asked if the clippy things could be removed. He either didn’t really know anything about appliances, or was the worst salesman ever because he looked at them, kind of muttered, and then said, “Well, I don’t know what I can do for you.” Then wandered off. We finally gave up and went home to remeasure the porch door again.
Last weekend, Pete headed back to the appliance store to remeasure the fridge they tried to deliver. He was certain he could force it through the door. When our sales guy took him back in the warehouse it was obvious the fridge had been severly abused. One door was broken, and the unit had several gouges and scratches. I would have been willing to work around the scratches, but there’s just not a lot you can do to overlook a broken door.
Pete ended up bringing home the floor model, and he and my brother dismantled it. Including the removal of the clippy things, it took about 10 minutes. Then they carted it up to the house, and it fit through the porch door with about an inch to spare. I had asked D&D if the clippy things came off, and they assured me that they absolutely did not. Turns out they may have been mistaken.
Anyway, we now have cool beverages and actual groceries. It’s a nice change. Pete has called the appliance store and asked for a refund of our installation fee since D&D didn’t actually install anything. We’ll see what happens. If nothing else, we will never buy anything from this appliance store again. And if D&D ever show up at my house again, I’ll know enough to not let them through the door no matter what they might be carrying.