The Move

Thanks to the military, Kim and I enjoyed the services of professional movers. They arrived Friday and began unloading their truck around 9am. It was a full service, one time placement job, which boils down to them unpacking their truck, setting your stuff where you tell them, but only once and if you wish, unpacking your stuff and disposing of all the packing waste.

Here’s the catch: They don’t put anything away.

That’s right, not a dish in a cupboard or a nick-nack on a shelf. They open boxes and pile it out onto whatever surface they can find.

Kim and I are still debating whether they method used by our packers at the 3PM hour was an attempt to punish us into releasing them from their job or simply the way they do their thing.

We’ll never know for sure, but so far very little is broken and we are in possession of well, our possessions. And what’s great is that I didn’t have to drive a 28 foot U-Haul with a 17’ trailer attached to the back.

Hoorah! for the free moving service.

I would like to know where my TV remote is though….