This is how it went
To the best of my recollection, here is how the move went down yesterday morning:
Larry (the mover): Hi Mrs Hubs. I’m Larry. This is Charlie, Scott, and Jim.
Me: Hi, I’m Mrs. Hubs. Thanks for coming out to help us move.
Larry: Not a problem.
Me: You’re like, what, 83 years old?
Larry: (laugh) NO! But close. 82.
Me: Ah, I see. (pointing) There’s our big screen TV and there’s our piano.
Jim: (laughing) Piano stays, right?
Me: (laughing harder) You wish.
Jim: Actually, Larry wishes. He’s old.
Larry: (calling out) Break time guys!
Me: But, you just got here. You haven’t even moved anything or taken inventory of our stuff.
Larry: Exactly.
15 minutes later…
Larry: Ok, we’re getting started.
20 minutes later…
Hubs to Me: Um, hun, I think Larry’s dead.
Me: (laughing) What?
Hubs: I’m serious. He’s either passed out on our bed or he’s dead.
Me: (not laughing) Well, he’d better move before they get the bed. I’m not paying extra for dead weight.
