i see boxes
June 9, 2007
I am typing this post from Mir’s house where I am helping her pack. Two weeks! TWO WEEKS!!! For the record she is not nearly as freaked out about all the packing she still has left to do as I am. Because OHMYGOD she has a big house and has lots of stuff.
One lively conversation we had was about the number of sheets people need for their beds. I happen to fall into the one set of sheets is enough camp, while Mir believes they may just stop making sheets and she had better stock up.
I forced her to get rid of tons of stuff. And now we are no longer friends. But then we kissed and made up and had a naked pillow fight.
Then we went out to the liquor store. Because packing requires alcohol consumption.
We were enjoying ourselves there, having been carded. Even though he clearly did it just to be nice. Or he is blind. We spotted two walls lined with boxes, and I remarked that we could probably use some of them.
The nice young man waiting on us said, “Take as many as you want. You can bring home the whole wall of boxes over there if you want.”
“Okay,” we said. And I went and got the van so we could load it up with liquor boxes.
Our second trip into the store from the van for some boxes the man says, “You can’t take all of those boxes!”
And we were all confused. Because he had just said we could take the boxes.
“But you said we could have as many boxes as we wanted….” we protested.
“I was joking. You are taking it way to seriously.”
Mir is convinced that they just wanted us out of the store because we were ruining the ambiance, which would be florescent lighting and selling alcohol to underage kids. AH well.
We brought the boxes home and used them all to pack books, mostly her kids books. We reasoned we didn’t even need to label them. Once she moves she can just assume all the liquor boxes contain children’s books.
We are going to go back to the same liquor store tomorrow and ask for more boxes. Just to see what they say.
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