Moving Day Disaster

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It's always annoying to make a move but especially so when it isn't your move but you are in charge. I was the one who called and arranged for the mover. I was the one that said it would be fine to meet them at 7:30 A.M. So that meant an early rising for all three of us. Only one of us was happy about the time. I arrived a half hour early because that just seemed prudent. My sister was moving from her home that was shared by two others, to my mom's home. She said everything was packed into tubs. Easy Peasy. It just remained to to take apart the bed and unhook the TV. It was for this reason we decided on a mover. The bed is huge, heavy and a mystery to us about how it could be taken apart. We waited out front since there was "nothing to do" inside. My other sister arrived and we all were somewhat grumpy with the lack of sleep. I don't know about you, but If I have to be somewhere in the morning I just don't sleep well the night before. My sister who was making the move didn't sleep at all. The mover was late. We had gotten there early for no reason at all, a petty annoyance but it was there all the same. As we waited and waited and waited I began to have some qualms so I called. No answer. After a half hour I was seriously alarmed. One of her neighbors pulled in with a truck and I offered him the job but he declined, looking at me like I was green (as well he should). The other sister here to help was passing the time by talking with her boyfriend who had just recovered from the flu. When a full hour had rolled by with out the movers showing up, he offered to come to help if we wanted to rent a truck. We did. We went in to measure the bed. I was dismayed to see there were no tubs packed. There were not tubs at all, just two baskets of make up, overflowing. Apparently those were the packed tubs. I was already reeling that the mover didn't show and now I had to pack her things as well. I called UHaul and rented a truck, I thought a pick up truck. When I arrived it was not a manageable pick up truck or paneled van, it was a huge square moving truck something I had never driven before! I bought boxes to pack her things in and large rolls of tape. I bought insurance as I was sure I would wreck it. We all pitched in and packed her stuff, loaded the truck, hauled out the heavy bed after my sisters friend took it apart. I very nervously drove the truck up the busiest highway in the USA (according to my insurance people to explain the highest insurance rates in the country) and then we all unloaded the truck amid cats getting out and a forgotten tool box at the former location and other disasters. I then had to return the said truck to it's home (completely unscathed I might add). I'm still sporting a massive bruise a week later but feel fully recovered with a touch of pride that I managed the truck. That being said, I will however, let someone else rent it next time. The movers never, ever called about the no show.