moving and boxes
so i started at Two Men & a Truck a bit ago… gettin used to the gettin up early and the lifting of random household items and such. but today was interesting in many ways.
started like any other… left and made the way to the first location and started moving shit around. the squirrely little husband asked us about unloading the truck they had overzealously loaded the night before. not a good sign. fast forward. everything loaded and at the second location…. as we pull up the brother-in-law is trying to get us to park on a part of the driveway that would put all 4 wheels on ice… moron. sign #2. so the driver parks the truck on the only ice-less patch that happens to mean he knocks the hell out of a tree with the truck. fast forward again. get to their large screen tv that they had signed a release of liability on and as i’m lifting my arm starts to feel weak and i know i won’t make it up the second flight of stairs. here’s where shit gets awesome.
i set the tv down on the first landing outside the house and take a second. tell chris i can’t get a grip right now and needed either a second or another way. the brother-in-law comes to the rescue all puffed up and ready to show some guns. asks if we needed help a couple times and the second time i’m game thinkin he’s got fresh arms. retrospect says bad idea. while he’s lifting the tv i move out of the way onto the driveway and miss the fall, but from accounts from the other mover he (brother-in-law) was adjusting his grip and it slipped down onto his foot, knocking off a 2 inch corner from the base on the tv. i come in to help him get it up the rest of the stairs and into position. the box (wife: i’ll describe her later) says “as long as it works i don’t really care” <--notice the "s. the whole process of moving the tv -- truck to placement in house -- was less than 10 mins.
fast forward once again… we’ve got everything else loaded and in place and are looking to have forms completed. the mini-man of a husband comes out upset lookin for a discount because of the tv and the tree. i start closing up the truck as the office is called and things are starting to get settled. driver comes out to the truck to explain what’s goin on because they’re on the phone and such. he goes back up to work things out and i hear the following:
husband: are we ok with $50??
box: NO!! They didnt finish their job so i don’t want to pay anything!! (as i’m down the driveway hearing her screech as clear as day)
and the discussion continues. they call up the office some more and we finally get a signature and head on our way.
so the wife… she’s a classy gal with all the sarcasm i can muster. as we’re at the first place she’s nice as hell… moving shit of her own. wearin some sort of brown velure that screams i’m middle-class, but like to think i’m upper-class. she obviously has control in the relationship cause the hubby probly couldnt get much better and knows it. her story not only completely changed from beginning to after loading, but she seemed like a box comin further and further out the attic. if i marry some skirt like this lady i might as well end shit quick with some bungy jumping or chute-less sky diving.
the next lady was super sweet and made the day less annoying, but still an interesting turn of events since when i get back to the office i find out that these doucheguzzlers were first upset about the tv which they had signed off on, then the truck hitting the tree which they couldn’t put a value on, and then claimed i stood around for 15 mins so they wanted a quarter of an hr of one mover refunded on their bill (about $10). what a classy gang of socio-economically confused mentally stalled folk.