Share your moving stories. Dropped boxes? Broken U-Hauls? Utility companies with their heads stuck up their asses? Tell us about it.

-- Jan (bookworm@jetcity.com), July 24, 2000

Answers

I took a U-Haul on the FDR Drive in Manhattan and across the Brooklyn Bridge. Big no-no's. We passed another U-Haul going in the other direction on the FDR and they honked at us in greeting. I didn't even get caught.

But when I park a little too close to a fire hydrant, THEN of course I get a ticket.

-- Melissa (Miss_Meliss@thespark.com), July 25, 2000.

My roommate and I decided that we were moving out on each other. She was moving to a place in the north end, and I was moving to a smaller place in the same set of buildings where I lived on the south side, but two blocks up.

My friend has moved a million times, and insists on carting around an 8 foot half-ton black laquer dresser. This thing is SO HEAVY, it makes the Orange Table look light. She also has several antique peices, a 7-foot leather sofa, an armoire, a wall unit and a marble coffee table. To pack and move all of her stuff up to the north end, and then unpack it, took two pick up trucks two trips. Total time: 6 hours. Swear level: Very high.

I had a futon couch/bed, a kitchen table and two chairs, a tallboy dresser, an end table and a kids table. Plus my little TV, a million boxes of books, clothes and stuff. Two pick up trucks, one trip. We passed all my stuff (except the big furniture) through the window of my basement apartment. Putting my futon back together was the hard part. (Because it was my bed and couch, it went into the living room. I slept there for a monthbefore I bought a bed). Total moving time: 2 hours. Swear Level: Minimal. But we were all still stressed out by my friend's move that we were a little high strung.

-- Heather (pocket_witch@hotmail.com), July 26, 2000.

OK, first of all I'd just like to say that there's no way that Big Black Dresser was heavier than Big Fucking Orange Table. I can perhaps concede that they were the SAME amount of heaviness, but nothing, I repeat, NOTHING, could be heavier than Big Fucking Orange Table. It's huge. Keith swears he can lift it by himself, but I won't let him try, because I love him too much to see him hospitalized with a slipped disc for three months.

I sort of miss those heady days in college when all I had to my name were three boxes of books, two laundry baskets full of clothes, and my computer. I could move all of my possessions in the back of my friend's Ford Taurus. Sigh. It's nice being older and having cool stuff, but why does it all have to be so damned bulky?

-- Jan (bookworm @jetcity.com), July 26, 2000.

Picture your Orange Table, but with sides, a back, a front, a bottom, and drawers. Without the drawers, it weighs 50 pounds less than with, and it still took three people to move the sucker. Laquered pressboard doesn't sound heavy, but I guess all that glue and those 200 coats of black laquer must weigh a lot. There is no was one human being, with the possible exception of Andri the Giant, has a prayer in hell of budging that thing by themselves. We had a fight about that stupid thing.

Not that I'm dissing the Orange Table. Cause I bet that thing is freaking heavy, too, but you haven't SEEN this thing, man!

I'm so glad I shop at IKEA. Pine is so light.

-- Heather (pocket_witch@hotmail.com), July 26, 2000.

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