It's a Saturday night, and as per my usual routine of bouncing all over the city I come home to my apartment, open the door and (on this particular Saturday) think to myself, "I'm so glad I called a moving company to hoist that big computer desk..." I know that I have very little time to pack my plethora of belongings (yeah right -XXXI own a mattress, a chair, a bookshelf and 1,000 books of Poetry by Charles Bukowski). Amazingly enough, once all of the things I call mine are bunched together in one spot it actually looks like I have a lot of stuff. At 8:30 on Tuesday morning when the 2 guys from Ori showed up at my apartment at exactly the time they said they'd be there they didn't even flinch at the mound O belongings. I walked one of the guys through the place pointing to things I wanted him to move for me, "take this, but not that box of VHS porn over there -XXXthat belongs to my cousin. That box full of the CAT5E patch cables next to the reference manual on how to properly backup a Windows Active Directory schema, that is all mine -XXXfeel free to pack".
I walked out into the hallway to make sure that none of the lovely streetwalkers were coming into the apartment with its front door hanging wide open, and as I'm watching some random person smoke crack from his little glass pipe across the street I happened to noticed that the movers had put down little carpets all the way down the staircase and into the hallway leading to my door. "What thoughtful movers" I thought to myself.
I go back inside after confirming there were no stragglers in the hallway and these guys have all of my things wrapped up, lined up, loaded up on dolly's and are ready to head to the moving truck (which was included in the price). I stepped aside out of the way let them do their thing.
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