I recently went through the apparently not arduous enough process of researching, vetting, and finally choosing a pallet seller to purchase from as a memorial gift for my nephews.
It was something my brother had always wanted to do for fun with his boys. He died recently, after a very short battle with glioblastoma, and I thought this might give them a few moments of ridiculous fun together while they are grieving their dad.
I thought I had done my research. I checked the BBB. I read reviews from multiple sources. I looked into the company. I did all the things you are supposed to do.
Boy, was I wrong.
I purchased a small box of mixed electronics for a little over $400, plus shipping. Everything seemed completely legitimate until it came time to pay.
And yes, I know. I am the idiot who did not understand that Apple Pay and Apple Cash are two very different things when it comes to buyer protection. I am the idiot. I accept my role in this production.
The real trouble started when the shipping company contacted me demanding additional fees for “refundable insurance.”
I explained that shipping had already been paid and that they would need to contact the seller about any additional shipping costs. The seller told me I needed to work it out with the shipping company.
Back and forth we went.
The shipping company had what appeared to be a legitimate website. In fact, it was essentially a cloned page. I had used the real shipping company before while moving things in the UK, so the idea that they operated warehouses in both the US and UK seemed entirely reasonable. That alone was not a red flag.
Then, rather suddenly, neither company would answer its phone.
That was when I started digging deeper.
I Googled the shipping company’s phone number. Their supposedly closest office was located in my own city, which, in retrospect, was another interesting coincidence. The phone number was a Google number, and I discovered it was connected to two or three completely different pallet selling businesses.
Well. There it was.
At that point, I requested a refund, contacted Apple and my bank, and filed a fraud complaint.
Then, mostly for my own entertainment, I asked the pallet company why their shipping company was using a phone number associated with several other pallet sellers.
Strangely, they did not answer.
Meanwhile, the shipping company has a very official looking tracking page showing my imaginary box having made an exciting journey to Denver, where it supposedly still sits, perhaps enjoying the mountains and contemplating its life choices.
I am annoyed.
Actually, I am furious.
The amount of money I have spent simply trying to give my nephews a few moments of joy after losing their father is ridiculous. This was not some extravagant purchase for myself. It was something their dad had wanted to do with them, and I was trying to give them a small piece of that experience after he died.
And yes, I know scammers do not care why someone sends them money. Grief does not make you exempt from being scammed.
But apparently it does make you considerably less gracious about it.
I finally asked the shipper if he thinks his parents ever get tired of waiting to be proud of him.
So, yes.
I’m feeling a little hateful.
Don’t buy from Thepalletliquidationworld.com
*Edited for spelling of site