Tonight, on my way out the door, my roommate Joe stopped me. The expression on his face was pained.
"Laurie? You got a second?"
I turned to face him. "Sure, Joe." My keys jingled in my hand as I waited for him to speak. I wasn't expecting the bomb that he dropped.
"Uuuhhhh," he began, "the movers will be here...Friday."
FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, Friday. As in three days from now. Which means I have to pack up all of my earthly possessions by Thursday night in order to move into my new place.
FRIDAY.
Well, on the bright side, at least I'll have a place to live that doesn't involve a move to Florida.
But still, though. Friday? That's fucked up. My shoes alone could take a week to move.
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CRAP!!!!
I'm assuming this wasn't supposed to happen that quickly? Man, I hope you did something appropriate to Joe to "thank" him for making you lose YOUR HOUSE!!!!! :)
Well I guess he is getting a bit better about letting you know about things...at least you had three days notice :) That Joey......
you'd need a helper to pack all your shoes within two weeks sis
scorpion
That's all the advance notice you had? I jumped through elaborate hoops just to give my buyers and sellers ample warning when I moved. Not that they appreciated it.
So its Friday.
I was just thinking of you. Hope its going well,
Thanks for thinking of me, Kristi!
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