I doubt it.
It started OK, just your average day in the life. Nothing to worry about, just some housework to do. No big deal.
Then my dad comes home and asks me to help him move some furniture for his girlfriend’s daughter. Well, since I’m not doing anything, I say sure, figuring it would only take a few hours.
So we go over to pick the stuff up. We load it in the back of dad’s pickup truck. So far so good, right? Well, he didn’t tie it down, and I didn’t notice.
25 minutes later, I’m dodging traffic on I-83 trying to collect the furniture all over the highway. It’s all torn up and ruined.
When the daughter found out what happened, she was PISSED, and rightly so. Dad tried to blow it off, but I felt like crap.
I should have noticed that it wasn’t tied down. It wasn’t my responsibility, but I felt like it was. So now I’m out $1,200 or so, because someone had to make good on the furniture, and it sure wasn’t gonna be dad. Maybe he’ll get me back, maybe not. Doesn’t matter.
Anyhow, 17 hours and an ass chewing later, I’m home. And right now I’m not above soliciting hugs. So someone please give me one. God knows I need it.
[sub]And yes, it could have been worse, but it was still pretty bad.[/sub]