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		<title>Avis &#8211; Less &#8220;We Try Harder&#8221;, More &#8220;We Can&#8217;t Be Bothered&#8221;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last week I was unfortunate enough to hire a rental car from Avis at Heathrow. The italics are important here as they point to where the problem seems to lie. I travel quite a lot for work and so it&#8217;s &#8230; <a href="http://www.vicchi.org/2009/09/27/avis-less-we-try-harder-more-we-cant-be-bothered/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Last week I was unfortunate enough to hire a rental car from Avis at <em>Heathrow</em>. The italics are important here as they point to where the problem seems to lie.</p>
<div>I travel quite a lot for work and so it&#8217;s fair to say I rent a reasonable amount of cars; all of them through Avis who are the company&#8217;s preferred rental supplier. After getting off a plane, the last thing you really want is to queue to get your car so I&#8217;m a member of <a href="https://www.avis.com/car-rental/profile/route.ac?context=CarAndServicesMenu&amp;APPLICATION_TYPE=PREFERRED">Avis&#8217; Preferred</a> service; this allows me to skip the queues, pick my car up and drive out of the rental garage with a wave of my driving license. It&#8217;s quick, really quick; you see your name on a board which shows you which bay you need to go to, find the car, fling your suitcase in the boot and off you go.</div>
<div>It typically takes around 3 minutes to get my car; and Avis in the UK makes a selling point of this, proudly proclaiming &#8220;<em>Your keys in under 3 minutes or £20</em>&#8220;.</div>
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<div>And it works too; I&#8217;ve used the service in the US, in Ireland and in mainland Europe and have been impressed in how well the system works across different countries. Apart from the UK &#8230;</div>
<div>I turn up at Heathrow, catch the courtesy bus to the Avis garage and look for my name on the board. Hmm, it&#8217;s not there. So into the building I go and straight to the Avis Preferred desk, where a chap sits, doing something paperwork related. I wait. I wait a bit more. I clear my throat and finally get some attention, so I explain that my name&#8217;s not on the Preferred board. I give him my booking reference number and he finds the problem &#8230;</div>
<div>&#8220;<em>Your card&#8217;s expired Sir</em>&#8220;, &#8221;Really? What number do you have?&#8221;</div>
<div>He quotes a number for a card that expired 2 years ago. &#8220;That&#8217;s odd&#8221; I say, &#8220;I&#8217;ve used Avis at least 5 times since that card expired and have had no problems&#8221;.</div>
<div>&#8220;<em>It&#8217;s your fault, you need to keep your profile up to date</em>&#8220;, &#8220;Profile? What profile?&#8221;</div>
<div>&#8220;<em>The one your travel agent uses, it&#8217;s obviously out of date, take it up with them</em>&#8220;.</div>
<div>Nice. So I give him my credit card and off he vanishes to do &#8230;. something. So far, we&#8217;ve been at this 10 minutes. Another 10 minutes pass, the occasional Avis person from the other counter wanders over to see if I&#8217;m being looked after and I have to reply, &#8220;I think so, but I&#8217;ve no idea where this chap&#8217;s gone to with my card&#8221;.</div>
<div>He finally reappears and gives me the paperwork for my car.</div>
<div>&#8220;So if you knew my card had expired, why didn&#8217;t you contact me or my travel agent?&#8221;, &#8220;<em>We don&#8217;t do that</em>&#8220;</div>
<div>&#8220;Why not?&#8221;, &#8220;<em>We just don&#8217;t</em>&#8220;</div>
<div>The manager wanders over, I ask her the same question.</div>
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<div>&#8220;So if you knew my card had expired, why didn&#8217;t you contact me or my travel agent?&#8221;, &#8220;<em>We don&#8217;t do that</em>&#8220;</div>
<div>&#8220;Why not?&#8221;, &#8220;<em>Do you know how many bookings we have a week?</em>&#8220;</div>
<div>&#8220;No&#8221;, &#8220;<em>Thousands, and do you know how many invalid credit cards we get?</em>&#8220;</div>
<div>&#8220;Err, no&#8221;, &#8220;<em>70!</em>&#8220;</div>
<div>&#8220;70? 70? Is that all?&#8221;, &#8220;<em>Surely you don&#8217;t expect us to ring all of them?</em>&#8220;</div>
<div>&#8220;Actually, yes, I do, I&#8217;d consider it customer service&#8221;, &#8220;<em>We don&#8217;t do that</em>&#8220;</div>
<div>&#8220;Well can&#8217;t you send an email to let me know?&#8221;, &#8220;<em>We don&#8217;t do that</em>&#8220;</div>
<div>We&#8217;ve now been at this for over half an hour and that &#8220;<em>Your keys in 3 minutes</em>&#8221; promise is way in the distant past, but eventually I get my paper work and am told &#8220;<em>Grey VW Passat, Row A, the hazards will be on</em>&#8220;.</div>
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<div>Out I wander, slightly stunned and bemused, find the only Grey VW Passat in Row A, with the hazards on, load up and drive off to the exit. Where I hand over my driving license and get ready to depart, because after all, the Avis website tells me that as a Preferred member, <a href="http://www.avis.co.uk/VehiclesAndServices/3-Minute-Promise"><em>&#8220;all you will need to do is show us your driving licence, collect your keys and go</em></a>&#8220;.</div>
<div>But no, I have to check the car, confirm my details, check for damage, sign here, sign there, check this and then &#8230;</div>
<div>&#8220;<em>This isn&#8217;t your car</em>&#8220;, &#8220;What?&#8221;</div>
<div>&#8220;<em>This isn&#8217;t your car</em>&#8220;, &#8220;Yes it is, VW. Passat, Grey. Hazards on. Row A&#8221;</div>
<div>&#8220;<em>But the registration number is wrong</em>&#8220;</div>
<div>I look, and there, in tiny 5 point font is the registration number and it doesn&#8217;t match.</div>
<div>&#8220;<em>This isn&#8217;t your ca</em>r&#8221;, &#8220;So where&#8217;s my car then? Show me where my car is&#8221;</div>
<div>&#8220;<em>We don&#8217;t do that, you&#8217;ll need to go back to the registration desk and find ou</em>t&#8221;</div>
<div>By this point I&#8217;m loosing patience and ask, politely but strongly for him to go instead and after 5 minutes he reappears, points proudly and says &#8220;<em>There&#8217;s your car</em>&#8220;.</div>
<div>I look and it&#8217;s being washed and will be &#8220;<em>about another 10 minutes</em>&#8220;.</div>
<div>So after over an hour, I finally drive out of the Avis garage with the right car and that&#8217;s a little over 3 minutes by my reckoning, can&#8217;t be considered a fast service, and no, I didn&#8217;t get £20 off, I didn&#8217;t even get anything vaguely approaching an apology. If this is preferred service, I&#8217;d hate to be on the receiving end of normal service.</div>
<div>So to Avis in the US, in Ireland and in Europe, you do a great job, but Avis in the UK, you&#8217;re really just can&#8217;t be bothered and couldn&#8217;t car less because the one message you sent me through all of this is that you <em>don&#8217;t do that </em>and you really couldn&#8217;t care less about customer service or satisfaction, but you got your money so that&#8217;s OK then.</div>
<div>Image credit: <a href="http://www.avis.co.uk/VehiclesAndServices/3-Minute-Promise">Avis.co.uk website</a> and <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/adomas/504568871/">AdomasS on Flickr</a></div>
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