The mover-people that were supposed to get the rented furniture came 9 am Friday morning. Which was fine, except that we hadn't started moving our stuff yet, so all our things were in the way, and mixed up with theirs. So we spent the early morning running around like chickens with their heads chopped off, looking for missing rented items, and then finding them in the bottom of boxes already looked through, and sworn empty.
When the movers arrived, they reminded me of a quote:
" ' But, look at it today: right here in Liberty we got hundreds of lawyers, thousands of 'em, as far as the eye can see: nothing but lawyers!'
When the movers arrived, they reminded me of a quote:
" ' But, look at it today: right here in Liberty we got hundreds of lawyers, thousands of 'em, as far as the eye can see: nothing but lawyers!'
'There are only 2 Lawyers in Liberty.'
'Oh?. . .Yeah, well, then, they run around too much.' "
I thought 5 movers came. Every time I turned around, one of them was underfoot. They were everywhere, and moving fast. It was about a 1/2 hour after they arrived that I realized that there were only 2 of them.
I spent all morning worrying about finding all the rented stuff, but I could have saved myself the trouble. They obviously weren't too worried about the things. They just threw everything in boxes, then had Dad sign a thing that said they wouldn't sue if they were missing anything (or something to that effect). After they left, and throughout the ensuing weekend, we discovered ourselves to be the proud owners of: a pillow sham that doesn't match anything, a can opener that doesn't work, a few flattened pillows, and various other towels and things that have showed up in random places.
(I'd like to say the reason I didn't get very many pictures this weekend, is because I was working too hard, but that is only about 1/2 true. The other 60% is that *someone* decided to steal the batteries out of my camera, and put them in theirs. They then proceeded to take about 2 pictures, and then hid the camera from me .)
I thought 5 movers came. Every time I turned around, one of them was underfoot. They were everywhere, and moving fast. It was about a 1/2 hour after they arrived that I realized that there were only 2 of them.
I spent all morning worrying about finding all the rented stuff, but I could have saved myself the trouble. They obviously weren't too worried about the things. They just threw everything in boxes, then had Dad sign a thing that said they wouldn't sue if they were missing anything (or something to that effect). After they left, and throughout the ensuing weekend, we discovered ourselves to be the proud owners of: a pillow sham that doesn't match anything, a can opener that doesn't work, a few flattened pillows, and various other towels and things that have showed up in random places.
(I'd like to say the reason I didn't get very many pictures this weekend, is because I was working too hard, but that is only about 1/2 true. The other 60% is that *someone* decided to steal the batteries out of my camera, and put them in theirs. They then proceeded to take about 2 pictures, and then hid the camera from me .)
(A small portion of the rented stuff.)After the movers left, the real moving began.
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