Movin' with Hubris

Like the old saying goes, "If you want to know who your friends are, move."

I guess I'm Hubris' only friend because we've got a cube van mostly loaded with all of his stuff, and it was only the two of us.

I'm sore from a few dozen trips up and down the stairs to his apartment. My hips are complaining big time, and we have to do more of the same tomorrow morning. Ow. The only consolation at this point in the game is the large belly full of delicious Chinese cuisine.

Hubris doesn't have friends at the telephone and internet companies for instance. Not only are they NOT helping him move, they're completely baffled by the idea that their customers actually change residences occasionally. The truck rental joint isn't much better. They told me on the phone that our truck would be available at 3 pm. As it is, we had to wait until 4:30 to drive off with the moving vehicle.

Oh well. Such is life. Most people scurry away like cockroaches when the kitchen light comes on at the mere mention of moving day. I don't mind helping out, but I feel too old for this merde any longer. I should stop being so friendly and leave this moving business to the younger crowd. But then again, if I wasn't helping Hubris move, I'd have nothing to complain about. It's a fair trade.