What a curiously satisfying story!
My mother suckered my brother into moving her stuff out of a storage locker in Baton Rouge, I remember it was really really hot. I think he borrowed my car but I refused to help. At the time she had a number of useless boyfriends, and she and useless boyfriend number one were studying stained glass at LSU. Some time later, I think it may have been weeks, maybe months, she asked him where her stained glass windows were. He said, he got tired and left them there. This was after he had moved a marble slab about 3 by 6 ft that she used for a table top. I have no idea how he moved the marble, it weighed hundreds of pounds.
When we moved here, we got the thankless task of moving all her crap here, probably still in the same boxes that my brother had moved, and the marble slab. I asked her to buy boxes from the moving company so they would all be the same size, but no, she had to save money. So it took one day to move my stuff into the truck and two days to move hers, and we wound up leaving stuff because we couldn't pack hers in tightly enough. We just said fuck it. It took four people to get the marble slab into the truck, and when we got here, duh, there were only two people to move it out, because of course she couldn't help, her shoulder hurt, she could only carry light things. And she bitched because we chipped the marble. I messed up a disk in my back, permanently, moving the marble, and Chris messed up his knee. He's never forgiven her for that, or for having to leave furniture behind because we had moved her boxes full of stuff like empty yogurt cartons, and clothes she hadn't worn in 20 years. |
