Review on Rubbermaid Commercial Products Heavy Duty 2018781 by Darlene Myles

Okay, let me get one thing out of the way: I can't stand idiotic reviewers who rate things like delivery speed, some odd circumstances that are specific to them themselves etc. I contend that the people reading the review care about the product, not that the reviewer is entitled to how FedEx should have put everything on hold, including organ transplants, that their loofah (which they so badly needed) but now ironically received a negative 1-star review) can be delivered the same hour (before) the order is placed. Hence my 5 star rating. Let me quickly address what you're probably worried about: 1. It's freaking cool! I am a carpenter; I bought this because the plastic kids snow shovel I used for sawdust was cracking (seriously) and I was hoping it would make an excellent sawdust transport mechanism. He's good at it. Really very good at it. Of course: every time I pull it out, I expect an awful lot of clowns to climb out, but. Let's put it this way, not only can I broom it up, I can BRUSH IT UP WHEN DONE. Damned. 'UGE.2. I haven't experienced any of the "doesn't sit flush with the floor" issues that some reviewers have complained about. Although the concrete of my shop appears to have been leveled with a frisbee thrown by a blind drunk kangaroo on a trampoline with half the springs missing, I'm guessing that the "waves and twists" that others describe just happened fit my floor, but if so: GUYS! This scoop goes with the soil I just described above! THIS floor! IN EVERY ORIENTATION! This is a topological masterpiece! 3. Yes: I received the pen. No: there is nothing wrong with that. Yes, the shovel holds enough liquid to put out a medium sized fire. No: I would not recommend a large fire pit. Yes, it's hard enough to beat a Kodiak bear to death with this. No, the grizzly will take it from you, climb a tree and beat YOU to death with it. Then use it to collect a few dozen pounds of berries. to see the UPS agent on the day of delivery (it was late when I bought it, so it was a few weeks late and I, being a little prone to online shopping, had no idea what it was supposed to be). He wrestled a medium-sized 4-foot box and another. Much much more. I was sure I didn't buy a chest freezer. Or a kettle. Or a Buick. I ran out and together we forcibly dragged the two onto my porch. Confused, I started opening them up here and there so the poor guy could at least see what all the fuss was about. The 4 foot package was an unknitted blanket from the woman. BUT,. The homeless Barbie's multi-story Malibu mansion with a 4-cart garage and a real working luxury boot brandy turned out to be a dustpan wrapped in a little green forest worth the wrapping paper I can only imagine was an attempt to fill 86 cubic feet of empty space in the box (and increase the weight of the package to just under a ton). Disbelieving and then cursing, the UPS guy stomped off. A garbage can shouldn't be difficult to deliver, let alone move. My wife helped me carry the box inside. It was one of those scenarios where "we both had to watch our fingers touch the box instead of the doorpost." Finally, sweating, we dragged him into the living room. I returned to the porch to get the shovel. When I got back in (after about 9 seconds), the box was inhabited. And while it's a very fair price for God's gift to the dustpans AND the rocket ship/time machine/transmogrifier/what it was repurposed for, nonetheless: the dustpan box wasn't meant to fit two kids AND a standard 60-pound poodle. a few minutes to explain to my wife, "yes, I ordered this" and "no, I didn't open a recycling center in the living room" and "yes, I remember what happened last time, " and "Hey look at that cool shovel for the shop" and "No, if you need a shovel for the house, we'd better wait until next week after the garbage is picked up, assuming we want to sleep somewhere until "I sighed as a whirlwind of leaves swept past my ankles. indoors We turned at the same time, trying not to imagine the horror that was about to happen. All three CATS discovered a meter of butcher paper which had carefully padded the BLOODY INDUSTRIAL , HARD PLASTIC SHOVEL, and apparently devised SOME system which managed to provide both the treadmill and the confetti needed to mark the arrival of the scoop with appropriate pomp and celebration (best guess: two were lying on their backs with 20 claws each sticking up). and tr etiy grabbed one end and dragged the whole mass. Twice). The scoop box must not contain more foreign paper than the CVS document. "Peyou! Peiou!" went the box. Went a stack of brown paper spaghetti. The woman went upstairs. I went and got a broom. Luckily I had this nice new scoop and I filled it four times.