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So last year my friends bought a house. They had problems with the closing. So on wed I would call, and yes they are closing on friday and will move that weekend. They gave notice to the landlord. Didn't close. Next wed, ok yes we are closing. Didn't close. Third wed, same thing. So finally the 4th fri they actually closed! But no one could help them move and the very patient landlord said they must go because the new renter was moving in the following weekend - she had also postponed her apartment. So basically everyone was mad, even though it wasn't their fault, but the were holding everything up. And it screwed up 4 weekends for me.
So I go over to help them move. They lived in a second floor apartment, but there was also the equivalent of a flight of stair outside! Guess what? It was 90 degrees outside and I was the only one helping!!!! So all day in this god awful heat I am helping Mike carry out dressers and what not while Katy is carrying boxes. I wanted to kill someone! It was soooo hot! Good thing I had been working out all summer. I was the only one not sore the next day. And PS, I am a female! I know Mike felt so stupid having a girl help him carry out furniture!
Eventually his 60 year old bar buddy showed up. But he did nothing but complain and I was seriously afraid he was going to have heart attack! Then arounf 9pm some other buddies got off work and came over to get the pool table - cause I sure as hell wasn't carrying that slate!
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