We have seemed to have several CRAZY things happen to us this past week. [the BUS?]
Chad went to help a lady who lives in our church ward boundaries move on Saturday. He got there at 9:30AM to find a house that only had 5 suitcases packed. Mind you, it was a 3000 square foot house with several large, nice pieces of furniture. Dirty dishes were in the sink, clothes still hanging in closets and scattered across the floor with only 5 men to pull this whole thing off. After 3 hours they informed the nice lady that they would only be able to move the large [very large!] items and she would be responsible for the rest. The 28 ft. U-Haul was loaded with what can only be assumed would be the first of at least 3 trips. As the nice driver of the U-Haul was pulling out of her driveway, he backed up and hooked the door of our truck and bent it completely out of whack. If you know Chad, there are few things he loves more than his truck, those being blood relatives. The door is now shut pending major surgery and will not open. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Chad then took a 30 minute drive across town to unload the first load and only load these men were responsible for. He arrived back home at 2PM, exhausted, tired and with a banged up truck!
The oh-so-nice lady should be filing a claim on the U-Haul truck to fix our door. If we don't hear from them this week, they will meet the Marchant WRATH!