Here is one jammed to the ceiling, which Jack and Rod are manfully divesting of its contents. These contents shifted in transit, qualifying all our helpers for hazard pay, and making it clear why I, the packing supervisor, should never aim for a second career in household relocation.
The pods cost less than half as much as full-service movers, although of course they involve six times the effort. Would I do it again, should I ever have to move again? Probably not. Despite using a lot of blankets, some of my furniture got dinged in transit. This was my fault more than the moving company's. But I've come to the conclusion that this is a game for younger travelers. Although I would miss all the phone calls to the company so that I could say afterward, "I talked to the pod people last night." For an SF writer, this sentence may be worth the entire experience.