The continuing saga of Customer Service without the ‘Service’

The Hertz rental car storefront in Edmond

Editor’s note:  I’m pleased to reveal that we received a complete refund from Hertz on July 13, approximately three weeks after the fiasco described below occurred at the Edmond pickup location.  I spoke to Hertz customer service on June 27 and was promised the refund, but it didn’t happen until I posted a link to this article on Twitter (now X) and tagged Hertz. The company reached out via direct message about a week ago, and the refund showed up in our account today. Thank you, Hertz!

When my wife and I planned a 3-day getaway in Santa Fe recently, we debated whether to put the miles on our vehicle or rent a car. It’s approximately 550 miles one way from OKC to Santa Fe, NM.

Ultimately, we decided to rent a car and landed on Hertz because it has the reputation of being the nation’s No. 1 car rental company and because it has an Edmond storefront pickup location.

So, I went online, joined the Hertz ‘Gold Club’ and reserved a car with a $286 deposit for June 27 pickup at the Edmond location. We were promised a full-size SUV that would be a Chevy Blazer or something similar.

You know where this is headed.

We showed up the at Hertz Edmond location about 10:45 on the morning of Saturday the 27th and saw several vehicles outside the store, including a couple of Blazers.

But when I approached the door, I found it locked. I looked inside and saw no one behind the desk. Then I looked at the hours on the door, which said “closed Saturday and Sunday.”

Wait! The website said open 9 am-noon on Saturday. Plus, I had stopped by the Hertz office midweek and the customer service rep assured me that we could pick up our vehicle by 11 am Saturday.

A woman who was sitting on some nearby steps as I walked up to the store approached me and said she also was there to pick up her rental car.  She had been trying to reach customer service without any luck.

My wife, Paula, and 7-year old grandson walked up, and we milled around together for a while deciding what to do.

I finally called the Hertz customer service number and only got an AI ‘representative’ that provided no answers. My wife and I decided to return to our car to wait and see if a Hertz employee showed up.

Our goal was to pick up the rental vehicle, drive to our house, load it and head west toward Santa Fe.  I assured Paula that someone would be there by noon because there were several rental cars in the lot.

She scoffed at my naivety.

There were perhaps four or five other customers who showed up, some to drop off vehicles and others to pick up a rental.

So we sat and waited.

When no one showed by 12:05 pm, I began searching for ways to reach a live person at Hertz customer service. I decided to ask ChatGPT, the AI bot, how to reach a human. Chatbot told me to say “request an agent or request a representative” multiple times when speaking to the company’s robot agent.

I took the advice and the robot voice told me it would connect me to a human representative. After about a 10-minute delay, a real person came on the line.

We explained our dilemma, and she said she would call the local store’s number. She came back on and said no one answered. She then suggested that we head to the airport to rent a car from the Hertz office there. We told her that we were not driving all the way to the OKC airport and then back to Edmond before loading the car and driving to Santa Fe.

The Hertz rep then said she would cancel our reservation and provide a full refund within 7 to 10 business days. That was the first promising result of the day.

We went home, packed our car and hit the road, swallowing our frustrations.

The vacation went off without a hitch, and we had a great time in New Mexico. After we came back home midweek, I decided to drop by the Hertz store and ask about what happened to us and all the other people who showed up at the closed Edmond location on June 27.

So, I drove to the store and walked in.

“Why was there no one here to provide a rental vehicle to us and other customers waiting outside last Saturday?”

A man I assume to be the manager said the store was supposed to be open. Someone was supposed to be there to provide keys to customers like us who had rented a vehicle, or there to drop one off.

“That person is no longer employed by Hertz,” the man told me.

That wasn’t exactly an apology, but provided an answer. I should have asked why there is no local number posted for customers to call when something like this arises. Or why the sign on the door says “closed Saturday and Sunday” when the website says open 9 to noon on Saturday.

Or how about a little something for the effort to keep us as a customer?

But it’s behind us now. It’s been a week and we’re back to our day-to-day routine.

I’m still waiting for the promised refund.

BONUS CONTENT: This isn’t our first go-round with alleged ‘customer service’ from a major U.S. corporation. A few years ago, our daughter’s flight from DFW to OKC was canceled by American Airlines and we drove to Dallas to pick her up. It was the final leg of a flight from Fort Lauderdale. We appealed for a refund of the DFW-OKC leg, which finally happened but not before I wrote a blog post about the experience and the lack of, well, customer service.
Read it here.

Coffee shop discovery on the road to nowhere

Solomon sits at the bar at Kingfisher’s Strange Brew coffee shop as our barista, Trent, makes our drink in the background.

Our 2-year-old grandson suffered from a case of cabin fever this afternoon, which meant that toys were strewn across the living room and nothing pleased the frustrated boy.

We decided a road trip was in order.

As I gathered Solomon into my arms and carried him to the car, my wife asked me where we were going. I told her I didn’t know, but would let her know when we got there.

So, we pulled out of the driveway about 2 p.m. with no destination in mind, but thinking about discovering a cool coffee shop in a nearby small town.

I headed northwest out of Edmond and decided that Kingfisher might make a good destination. It’s only about 40 minutes from our house, and I love the Main Street look of its downtown.

I figured the town with a population of about 5,000 was bound to have a local coffee shop or two.

Sure enough, we passed a billboard advertising a coffee shop named Strange Brew Coffee House and Tea Room as we entered Kingfisher’s city limits. And that’s where we landed at 2:50 p.m., 10 minutes before its 3 p.m. closing.

The shop was empty except for “Trent,” our barista, as we stepped in. I apologized for barging in so near closing, but he welcomed us in. I ordered an iced mocha and looked around the place as Trent made the beverage.

Strange Brew — also the name of an Eric Clapton recording — has sort of a classic rock theme with posters and faux records on the tables. Trent wore a Led Zeppelin T-shirt that matched the decor of the small shop.

I placed Solomon on a chair at the bar and explored for a few minutes. Trent said the busiest times were early mornings on certain days and the 11 o’clock hour during the work week.

The iced drink arrived within a few minutes, and it was perfect for an 80-degree March afternoon. Trent also rewarded Solomon with some complementary whipped cream for the road.

We loaded back in our car and headed east out of Kingfisher precisely at the Strange Brew’s 3 p.m. closing time.

For a Saturday afternoon drive that began without a destination, Kingfisher and the Strange Brew made it an excellent road trip. And Solomon was a happy boy as we pulled back into our driveway.

Now I’m plotting future drives on the road to nowhere.