I didn’t know until at probably middle school that mechanics were considered crooks, or at the very least, untrustworthy and shady. My dad was always the helpful hero, magically diagnosing and fixing people’s car problems, so when I found out the common perception, I was shocked.
That said, I don’t think I’m going to rock anyone’s world with this observation: movers are the worst! After some searching, one of my coworkers helped me arrange a really excellent and clearly outlined deal. When they arrived, they tried to play us for fools and more than double the price because they didn’t “know they would need the big truck.” We clarified and explained and bargained, and eventually kicked them out. I should add that the boss of the pair was a stereotype to end all stereotypes: sweaty, ratty shirt, betel nut teeth, flabby gut…
Fortunately, we found another place who was more expensive but upfront about it and just plain personable. The two guys were strong and fast and very jokey, and even though they upped the price by 200 NT, I really didn’t begrudge them it. It was also kind of cool because they were Hakka, and if I had known earlier, I would have asked for a few words.
We had hoped to start moving at 11, but nothing actually got to my house until 4, and things weren’t settled and completed for another few hours after that. As it is, I’ve still got a lot to do tomorrow, but at least I’ve got a much prettier home to do it in!