Life is all about making good decisions. Everyone likes to think they would make the right choices when presented with a given situation. Let's see how you do.
Your rental property just went through a nasty divorce. Your former tenants, after months of non-payment, take it on the run leaving all of their crap behind. Not just junk but actual crap too. As you wade through the sea of broken furniture, dirty clothes, moldy food, and, yes, animal feces, you realize the true depth and depravity of humankind.
You are forced to face the truth; you have to clean this up.
You can start by shelling out a couple hundred bucks for a Lakeland ChemMax 3 Hazmat Suit, ten boxes of Hefty Heavy Duty Bags, some Pepto-Bismol Maximum Strength and a Costco sized bottle of Purell. Then you can have the joy of spending weeks picking up greasy hamburger wrappers and dead mice coupled with the delight of taking several trips to the mystical wonderland we call the dump.
You may be able to enlist some help but deep down you know subjecting your friends’ eyes and brain to something that disgusting will mar their lives forever.
Or….. you can hire someone to do the dirty work for you.
Pass the buck, check out of this situation by making it someone else's problem. Make it our problem, we are expert problem solvers. One call and that revolting sea of scuz is gone, never to be seen or heard from again.
You turned on the dishwasher before going to bed, as usual, but when you got up in the morning it was still on and as a added bonus it sounded like a garbage disposal full of drywall screws. Now you have to invest in a pair of rubber gloves to keep your hands soft in the months to come as you look forward to washing dishes by hand and you just spent an extra $100 on electricity and utility bills. That what happens when your dishwasher runs for 8 hours straight.
After only a week of washing dishes by hand you give in and replace it, now the struggle becomes real, what can be done with the old one?
You could perform a Viking funeral ceremony, or an Office Space printer party, though bare-knuckle punching a dishwasher may have its drawbacks.
This means you're left with only a few viable options:
AZ Junk is a no-brainer. We’ll pick it up, haul it off, make sure it is disposed of according to AZ law, we’ll cover any dump fees and even make sure it is recycled if possible.
You know those kids are just going to dump it in that empty lot around the corner anyway.
Fresh out of college, you stare at the futon that has been with you through thick and thin. But that once beloved piece of furniture no longer holds your heart. The blinders have come off it's time you start Adulting.
Adulting (v): to do grown up things and hold responsibilities such as, a 9-5 job, a mortgage/rent, a car payment, or anything else that makes one think of grown ups.
The first step is to get rid of the futon. Challenge accepted.
Sneak it out to the dumpster and hope someone takes it, get caught by Mrs. Fibbs whose eyes wash over the mysterious sepia-toned spots and multiple grease stains made from falling asleep with a piece of pizza still in your hand. Then glazed over in judgment and disgust. She wasn’t even close enough to smell the years worth of beer farts.
Call us the Bermuda Triangle because we will make that disaster disappear. As a bonus, we’ll throw in a side of no judgment and no questions asked. When you call us there’s no need to shame eat an entire pizza.
In celebration of Fall’s arrival, you jazzed up the hot tub and hosted a killer party. However, Ron- that guys no one ever invites but always shows up- reached new levels of douchery and destroyed your spa. Beer flows through the lines and circulates that shattered glass just as your dreams of winter nights soaking in the tub are shattered on the ground.
You realize your mother was right, nothing good ever happens after 2 am.
First, fantasize about slashing his tires and throwing beer bottles at his car until the shattered windows resemble the shattered hopes of future parties to come. Then realize that revenge fantasies never work out the way you want. Finally, deal with the spa. It's too big to move, too big to leave and too sad to be left as a reminder of all the fun you could have had.
Call AZ Junk. We can and have removed spas from the trickiest of locations. One call to us and the sad reminder of lost winter parties is gone.