Did I tell you we moved 2 1/2 hours away last Saturday? No? Well, here you go.
The Friday before moving day, we decided to rent a truck. Why not? It would only cost $150 and then we’d be all set up in the new house. I did bring up the fact that there was a foot of snow on the ground and sub-freezing temps outside but Mr. French was not to be deterred.
Saturday, we picked up the truck. I drove home and started drinking coffee packing. I noticed Mr. French was home when I saw the truck stuck in our driveway. I rolled my eyes and went back to my coffee packing.
By 9:30 am, he had wrangled me outside to try to help. We did everything we could think of to get that truck out of our driveway and back on the clear road. Nothing worked and we were literally burning rubber with every try. I thought that it would start a fire if it had been summer time. But then, we wouldn’t be in this predicament if it was summer with no snow on the ground. Or would we? There seemed to be no reason whatsoever why this truck would not move onto the road.
By 12, we were ready to quit and call a towtruck. It was 13 degrees outside. I did not have insulated boots on. I was really cold. Just then, as if out of nowhere, a guy with a big pick-up stops by and asked if he could pull us out. Thank you! Thank you!
He pulls the truck onto the road (stopping traffic both ways) and in so doing backs into the neighbors mailbox. They quickly unhook the trucks and both drive off. I walk back to the house, get in the car and drive to town to pick Mr. F up. When we get back, I drop him off at the end of the drive to pick up the mess of material we had used. He sees the neighbor coming down the drive so he heads across the street to talk to him and offer to pay for the damage. He is greeted with anger and even after Mr. F apologizes and offers to “happily pay for the damage”, he yells, “I JUST WANT IT FIXED! IT’S BEEN THERE FOR 25 YEARS! I DON’T HAVE TIME TO DEAL WITH THIS!”
We know just what you mean, sir. Not that we’re so busy and retired like you, but we can imagine (if we use all of our imagination and squint our eyes a little bit) how busy that keeps you.
And then, guess who showed up?
Oh, yes, he did.
And then we were struck by the absurdity of it all.
We have been out of work for over two months. We’ve been looking for work for over 7 months. We finally get a job two and a half hours away from our home and we are overjoyed that we’re so close. Then we are given our start date on Thursday, secure a house to rent on Friday, and try, with much delay, to move on Saturday so that Mr. F can start working on Monday. But no, go ahead and call the police to report that we (or the nice man who stopped to help us) accidently knocked into your mailbox after trying to get a truck out of our driveway for three hours in 13 degree weather.
At least the kids enjoyed the visit. And they got stickers out of the deal!
So, all in all, I’d say it was totally worth it.