I've got you beat!
I rented a 26 foot u-haul from Cookeville, Tennessee, to Modesto, CA.
It blew a fuel line in San Jone (sp?), New Mexico. They towed it to Tucumcari (sp?), New Mexico. I told the mechanic that the fuel pump guage was reading low. He said it was o.k. Just the fuel line was broken.
Sure enough, in Albequerque, the engine blew. That was around midnight. They said it would be morning before they could get to it, but that I was welcome to wait with the truck. I had my son with me, so I said, "No thanks." I left the truck, and all my worldly possessions, on the interstate.
The next day, they towed it to a u-haul place, only they didn't have another 26 foot truck. They had the next smaller size. They were also supposed to provide movers to help transfer the load.
The next smallest size didn't hold the load, and the "movers" (Mexicans who barely spoke english) got tired and quit. (It was 105 degrees that day.)
Finally, I got the load transferred into the next smaller truck, with the overflow in the bed of my pick-up (which I was towing).
I got back on my way, 3 days late.
This "new" truck had no air conditioning (which was real nice going through the Mojave). Plus, the alternator went out in Flagstaff.
That was another day lost.
I finally made my destination 5 days late, thanks to that junk business known as "U-Haul."
I had maintained my cool throughout the entire ordeal, but I finally lost it when I told the rep that not only was I never going to patronize U-Haul, again, but that I was also going to burn their boxes. (That's funny, since I bought the boxes, anyway.)