Movin' and Shakin'

Thanks to my good friend Robyn, I was reminded today of my moving experience back in '05.

Here's how it went...I was moving from my tiny Lincoln Park studio to Robyn's place up in Ravenswood. I decided to get movers in an effort to move my larger items, so I broke out the 'ol yellow pages and looked up the best movers I could find.

On the big moving day, Robyn came over to assist me with some packing (I admit it...I'm really bad at packing things up to move....I believe we were throwing things in plastic bags the day of). My movers show up; in walks one guy who looks like he came straight out of an 80's breakdancing video (high-tops and all), and another guy who was flat out drunk. My studio reeked of booze within 5 seconds of him being there. I immediately looked at Robyn and thought, these guys are seriously moving my belongings?! Wait...it gets better...

So the 2 guys say to me, "I hope you don't mind, but we brought along an extra guy." In walks a fairly over-weight, one-legged man/mover. No joke. They proceed to tell me that this guy is not mover #3, but rather the owner of the company. Ok. No big deal. Mover #3 then walks in shortly after, drunker than mover #2. This is going to be interesting.

Surprisingly enough, the 3 movers and the one-legged owner were able to get my items packed up and moved over to my new place. However, in the middle of the move, mover #3 grabbed a bottle of Kahlua off the fridge, took a swig, and said you don't mind, do ya?

All in a days work.