So now it was 5pm on moving day, we had no movers, and I was without my car. What next?
Now it can be told: our moving day from hell (and the heavenly heroes who saved us)
Christine had asked me to watch the movers to make sure they brought everything off the truck. But I got distracted by someone talking to me about my Rambler. Suddenly the moving truck door was rolling shut, they were leaving, and not only had I not visually verified that everything was off the truck, I hadn’t even noted their license plate. All I had was a first name and a cellphone number.
I panicked. My heart raced. I made a snap decision to hop in my car and try and catch up with them to at least get a license plate.
I jabbed the stickshift into gear and hit the gas, ready for a Starsky and Hutch-style pursuit. But I didn’t go anywhere – instead, a horrible, ungodly whine rose up from beneath the car. No!
Stepping on the gas now did nothing. Conversely, putting it in park didn’t keep it still – it slowly rolled backwards until I engaged the parking brake.
I didn’t have time to berate myself for whatever I had done. It was after 4pm – I had to call the Auto Club and get the car towed to my garage.
So now it was 5pm on moving day, we had no movers, and I was without my car. What next?
So now it was 5pm on moving day, we had no movers, and I was without my car. What next?
Hey Love,
Mom and I just read this through. I had told them the story, but how nice it was to have it here with pics. (It almost makes up for the annoying picture taking you kept insisting on in the middle of the “Hell”!)
I’m going to send the link on to all my family and friends so they can have a quick read too. Great writing!
Dear Adam & Christine,
I cannot believe what you went through. I am pleased that it finally worked out well.
I have to ask you this question son…..Did I miss something when I was raising you?
I look forward to seeing you both at Xmas.
Lots of love to you both.
Momma Eileen
Dear Lord
You poor people. SO glad to hear that your heroes helped you out. God Bless friends and good Samaritans.
Enjoy your new place!
Hugs
H
And in the chaotic aftermath of all this your oblivious clients (like me) kept shoveling stuff at you through cyberspace, and you maintained a cheerful demeanour throughout. What a guy! What a pair! May fortune smile upon you both in your beautiful new home.
KDM
Wow!! Did you ever feel surreal, like you were acting in a sitcom and it wasn’t all really unfolding the way it did??! Because that is how I felt reading it! Very well written Adam!! I saw your Rambler that day being towed near Denman and Comox, and I just sent you guys a lot of positive energy!! I think it would actually make a really great short movie!! I do have questions, did the movers who lost their license end up taking anything of yours in the truck? And hows the rambler now? (Remember, I have a fondness for ramblers, as it was our family car when I was little!) And I wish you both many, many peaceful, harmonious and joyous moments in your new home!!
Hey, Adam. Congratulations on your wedding and your (finally) successful move into your new home. There is definitely a great accomplishment to purchasing a home. I moved to Brockville, Ontario, some years ago, as you know, and I am co-owner of income property with my family, and I definitely understand what you have been through. Best wishes to you all. I really enjoy your missives and newsletters. Great story! PS: I miss you all from the acting school days and hope to visit you all soon. Glad to see you are still doing some great gigs.
Adam, Chris! here we are in Las Vegas, we don’t gamble, it’s too cold to sun tan and eating is out because we are recovering from the stomach flu and the most marvelous entertainment comes. Your Moving Day!
Love Mom and Dad.
PS I kept saying ” Christine you needed your Dad” and when the stove needed cleaning, ” Christine and Adam, you needed your Mom.