Yesterday was exhausting.
I got up, and lounged around the house until about 1:00pm, talking to Jess, doing laundry, and being generally lazy. Around 2pm I went into work, and around 3:00pm I got a call from Morgan telling me that Brad got the UHaul stuck in the parking garage and that they needed help. I left work and rushed over here to find they had gotten it out. The UHaul was too tall to fit under the concrete beams that run across the parking garage. Well, they managed to get it in, but couldn’t get it out due to the oreintation of the weight coming back out. I had an idea. We let the air out of the tires on the UHaul and managed to get it far enough inside the parking garage that we could get everything out without having to climb a very crooked set of stairs at the ground level. Then Brad got called into work by his bastard employer. So Bo (Morgan’s brother), Morgan, Morgan’s mom, and I emptied out the truck.
This provided us with a few injuries. I broke one of the earpieces on my glasses. Bo and I ended up running to fast down the hall not realizing that what we were sliding on the ground wouldn’t fit through the next opening, so when we hit it, I went flying forward and Bo flew over the thing we were pushing and landed on his face. In order to get the washer up a flight of stairs, I jumped over it, fixed something and then, in my attempt to jump back, hit a light fixture with my back shredding my shirt and causing me great pain. Bo and I also misjudged the weight of many objects causing us much more pain than was needed. I could go on with the list of injuries, but the jist of it is that it is amazing they were only injuries and not casualties.
What we didn’t really consider was the fact that, as we were removing items from the truck, the suspension was becoming less and less stressed, and therefore, raising higher and higher into the air. When we finally finished unloading it, we had gained too much height to make it back out of the garage. Bo and I let more air out of the six tires until the truck was basically riding on rims. Then Morgan, Morgan’s Mom, Zoe and I all stood on the back of it for weight, as Bo pulled it forward slowly. We made it out and Bo and I continued on to a gas station to re-air the tires.
That sounds like a simple thing to do: putting air into tires. It wasn’t. It took us over an hour to finish all six tires. While we were there, a girl in a champagne colored camaro decided she would get a car wash at the gas station. As she was yapping away on her phone she proceeded to attempt to drive into the exit side of the car wash and was a bit confused when she couldn’t find the machine to put her money into. I walked over to her car to let her know that she was going the wrong way. She said, “Thank you,” and decided that it was a good idea to pull through the car wash going the wrong way and then spin around and come back. The rails and tire guides in the car wash made that impossible and she eventually found her rear-wheel drive camaro unable to move. Bo and I told her that she would need to straighten her wheel and back straight out. She got out of the car and informed Bo and I that she doesn’t know how to drive backwards. I got in her car and backed it out for her. Then she said, “Thank you,” and drove around to the correct side of the carwash. Bo and I went back to airing the tires.
She plunked her money in the machine and drove into the carwash way too fast, passing all of the washing equipment without actually getting washed, missing the tire guides, jumping the rail guides, and ended up getting her car stuck again, bottoming out on the rail once more. Again Bo and I walked over to her car to help her straighen her wheels out. We got her to back out just a bit, and then pull forward. When the carwash didn’t turn on, she decided she didn’t really need a carwash after all. So off she drove, still on the phone. As she drove a way Bo looked at me and said, “And car insurance is cheaper for girls?”.
After finishing the tires, we drove the UHaul back to the apartment, and then went out for some much needed dinner. Then I came home, talked to Jess for a bit and went to bed early.