Rejuvenating our 1952 home, one project at a time.
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Moving was its usual stressful scenario. Movers late, Pedal the cat, peed AND pooped in the moving truck on the way. And then the movers there to unload were meth heads or something and the whole ordeal ended with the "boss" yelling at ME when I asked him not to charge the full two hour minimum, since they were 90 minutes late and our friends helped us unload (one with a baby on her back) so the movers actually only worked an hour. I handed him a Ben Franklin for the full amount he was charging and he STILL yelled at me. Wow.