U-Don't-Haul
2005-01-04, 11:42 p.m.

What was it I said about screwing up royally? Thanks, Universe, for holding up your end of the bargain. You got your yuks on us, you can stop now.

Where is Sally�s car?

Sally�s car is at the body shop, not being fixed. Why is it not being fixed? The body shop found more items to be repaired once they began dismantling it, amended the original estimate, and have yet to get a response from the insurance agent. The insurance agent that they began contacting yesterday and as of 4pm today still had not returned their calls. In the immortal words of the lady from the body shop, �That guy ain�t exactly a ball of fire, is he?�

No. No, he isn�t.

Where is Sally�s furniture?

Sally�s furniture is in U-Hell. GroovyGuru and good neighbor Boomhower and Hubby huffed and puffed and loaded the lion�s share of our goods onto a great BIG U-H@ul truck and moved it. They moved it 25 whole feet down the road before the truck broke down. So Sally�s furniture is in the back of a great big U-H@ul truck that took Hubby and GroovyGuru and good neighbor Boomhower an hour to get cranked long enough to sidle into the Boomhowers� yard.

Who will fix the truck?

Who knows.

And I quote from the owner of the joint that rented the truck:
�Ain�t nothin� I can do about it. Call the 1-800 number.�

From the toll-free U-H@ul �service� number:
*Muzak* *hold*
We held through two, not one but TWO, cell phone batteries, and nary a response. There was not a human being to be had to provide �service� for a U-H@ul truck in the middle of the road.

In the morning they will discover Sally�s definition of �service� and how it differs somewhat from theirs.

U-H@ul, U-Suck.

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