Someone has a furniture problem. They call. It's handled.
Found Delivery Co. is Tim Flanagan and a truck that shows up when it says it will — the missing piece between the furniture you found and the room it belongs in.
Here's the thing about great furniture in Philadelphia: it's everywhere, and it's stranded. The perfect dresser is on Marketplace three neighborhoods over. The estate sale of the year is happening in a house with a narrow staircase and no parking. The seller's price is right, the piece is right — and the only thing stopping the sale is that nobody involved owns a truck.
“I'm basically The Wolf from Pulp Fiction — but for furniture.”
That's the whole business. People find a piece they want and have no way to get it home. They call Found. We coordinate with the seller, wrap the piece like it matters, carry it up whatever Philadelphia's rowhouses throw at us, and set it down just so. No drama, no damage, no 'we'll be there sometime Thursday.'
The name works both ways. It's the furniture you found — and it's what we are the moment you call: found. A clear quote before you book, a real person on the phone, and a piece that arrives the way you hoped it would when you first spotted the listing. Clear. Careful. Handled.
The promise, in full.
Clear.
A firm quote before you book — never hourly, never a surprise line item at the curb. You'll know the number before the seller knows our name.
Careful.
Blankets, straps, floor runners, and slow hands on the stairs. Your find rides like it already has a place in the family.
Handled.
Seller coordination, awkward doorways, the third-floor walk-up — the whole problem is ours from the moment you send the listing.
Got a furniture problem?
Send the listing. Get a clear number. Consider it handled.