Sunday we rested from all our labors. We also skipped Church.
By 6:00 PM we still had no word from the movers, and we couldn’t reach anybody on the phone, either. Then, after tallying up just what all we’d be losing if the movers never appeared, they called. I drove to the house to await them, and by about 8:30 PM they were there, parking a big rig on our little street.
They started to get ready to unpack, but there was a problem. We had to pay first. And, despite all conversations to the contrary, we could not pay with a credit card. It had to be a money order.
So, it’s Sunday night, all my earthly possessions are trapped in a moving truck, and I’m supposed to get $2700 in the form of a money order. Riiiiiiight.
I tried anyway. I ran to a few ATMs, getting out as much as I could, but the machines refused me after pulling out just $600. Let me add, I’m so happy that my bank is protecting me from TAKING MONEY OUT OF MY OWN ACCOUNT. You know what? I don’t want that protection. I don’t NEED it. And the folks who DO need it deserve to get robbed.
Seriously — if you’re dumb enough to share your PIN with somebody else, you deserve to have all your bank accounts emptied. It’s the only way you’ll learn. You moron. Making the rest of us suffer because YOU need the bank to hold your hand.
So, got back, movers said they couldn’t move the stuff, and that they’d have to spend the night there, and that I’d need to get the money first thing in the morning.
Of course, the banks don’t open before 9:00, and they’d need to charge me an overnight fee…
So far, the plan to save ourselves headaches by using movers was not incredibly successful.