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Moving Day
Moving Day My soon--be-former-neighbor Messengered me this morning that she had be moved a.m. Without a car at the moment, I walked over from my place to hers. I must be pretty fast because I just beat the driver of the pickup truck that she'd somehow managed to get to show up. Of course it turns out I must walk a little too fast because they asked me to walk to the nearest store to get them a Coca-Cola while they transacted whatever..."business arrangement" she'd made with the driver to talk him into lending his services. My first thought was: Damn, I've been doing this all wrong. I'll bet I could get a whole fleet of trucks show up at my door. Also: Fuck a car, I'm going to myself a truck, because damn. When I came back they'd left on some errand or other, so I got to be there alone when the manager came pounding on the door and told me I'd have to leave the room. He also told I'd have the door open and when I countered that this would let her cats out of the room, he told me I had to take the cats out of the room as well. So I struggled to try and get both of her cats into her duffle/cat-carrier. "Stop playing with them," the manager ordered. "I'm not playing with them!" I countered. "I'm trying to get two cats into a bag! Have YOU ever tried it?" Fortunately at this very moment friend returned and stowed the cats away, then she and I loaded the back of the pickup. Naturally, the driver sat in his truck the whole time. I shudder to think what he'd have asked in return for moving his ass out of that truck to lend us a hand. I, of course, in addition to walking the of miles or so or whatever it is and back on several occasions to out my lady friend, have rendered aid and assistance innumerable times and never got squat in return. "Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year." - Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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