This place is about as shady-looking as they come. There’s a junkyard doghouse in the lot, with chewed-up tennis balls, broken concrete and bricks everywhere, broken wood with nails in it, and trash. The office is a house that looks condemned, and fits in well with the local«abandoned house and trash-strewn, weed-covered lot» aesthetic that the neighborhood strives for. But hey, whatever. You go in, and you get help, and you rent a truck. U-Haul is not Bed Bath and Beyond, so what were you expecting? The service is fine, the prices are nationally set, and there are locations everywhere, even here.