Worst move ever was when my son finished his freshman year in college. I drove up to move him out of his dorm. When I arrived his stuff was strewn all over the room (probably was that way all semester) and he was busy cramming it into big plastic lawn & leaf trash bags. He was actually proud of himself because he had the foresight to buy a box of those bags. About half of them tore open as we carried them out to the car. As the dad, it was my duty to be pissed.
Funniest move ever was when I moved to Connecticut to go back to school after getting out of the Navy. I rented a 16 foot truck, and shared it with a friend who was moving to New Haven – I was going to Hartford about an hour north. When we arrived in New Haven, as we moved his stuff into the place he had rented, we realized it was infested with frantically hungry fleas. The previous renter apparently had a bunch of dogs, and since they left, the fleas hadn't eaten in a week. The place had to be fumigated. In the meantime, I had to unload the truck and drive on to Hartford. It was not a fun evening. I don’t remember how it all worked out, but it was a big time mess.
The next day when I got to the apartment I had rented in Hartford, I found the three young women who were supposed to be moved out, completely disorganized and not at all ready to move. I couldn’t get mad anymore after the fleas from day before, and besides these girls were easy on the eyes. I calmly told them they had to be out of my apartment today and I had a rented truck that I needed to return the next day. If they helped me load and unload the truck and paid the extra mileage charges, I’d get them moved out. It took them a half second to agree. They were moving to another place a few miles away. They had already moved some stuff in cars, but they still had plenty left including furniture. So I and one of the girls’ boyfriends carried out the heavy stuff – bureaus, beds, and boxes of junk. We pulled the drawers out of the bureaus with the clothes still inside. The girls carried the drawers, while the boyfriend and I carried the larger stuff. With five of us we got it done in about three hours. At their new place, we unload all the stuff on the lawn because I couldn’t park the truck in front for long. That’s when some neighborhood dogs discovered a drawer full of fragrant female underwear. They were having a pooch panty party in the front yard while we were carrying stuff upstairs. At that point I was too tired to be polite or discreet. I fell down laughing. I don’t know which was funnier, the sight of the dogs groveling with the u-trow, or the mortified girl who owned them.
