More on moving preparations:
In addition to trekking over to City Hall, paying the fees (see previous post) and hanging up cardboard signs, I also have to distribute flyers on the cars parked on my street. This is to inform my idiot neighbors that there will be a large truck coming and that they should think about parking elsewhere on that day because they will be blocked in. Not only is our street very narrow, but it is also a dead end.
In the five years I have lived in Boston, I have rarely seen many people pay even the smallest attention to these flyers. Inevitably, the moving truck arrives and they begin loading it up. About half way through, rude-inconsiderate-neighbor-person (RINP) will appear and will tell you in no certain terms that, “I have to get out!” This means that the poor moving guys will have to close up their truck and try to maneuver it so that RINP can get by. This operation can take upwards to thirty minutes. And seeing that I am paying them by the hour, it will end up costing me money. Did I mention I hurt my ankle?
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