Not Such Nice Guys
When my sister moved recently, from Las Vegas to Kentucky, she had a hell of a time with the movers. They were nice when it came time to draw up the contract (all 17 pages of it), and they were nice when they took the money for things that the contract said shouldn’t cost money.
But when items arrived broken, those same movers weren’t so nice anymore. Sound familiar? Well, if I ever move again, I am either moving to the big city or to a nice chunk of land with lots and lots of trees out in the middle of nowhere, where even celebrities would be afraid to go.
I would hire New York movers too, because I know they wouldn’t mess with my schtuff either.
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