I'd be furious, NY. Sometimes cultural things are the reason, which makes it difficult because it is so ingrained. You want to be respectful, obviously it's their culture, but I have seen what you are talking about, and it's not nice.

I think we must have got the movers sent from the senior center, followed up by helpers from the prison down the road. They are calling me young lady, so you get the idea. If DH wasn't here, they'd be scratching their heads. They are almost done getting the stuff in the truck, but it's been a long few hours. Thankfully, I was gone for about an hour of it, and I missed them having to lower DH's wardrobe over the open wall from the stairway landing to the ground floor. We told them how it was brought up (same company), but I guess no one listened. They were trying to tell us they couldn't do it. Well, it got in here, so it came out! Unfortunately, it necessitated DH emptying all of his clothes, so that is why I got to leave and go to the new place and bring back crates for him to use to do that.