Rescued

Never a big Tetris guy myself, I spent the better part of last night tortured with visions of wasting away my final beach weekend of the season endlessly packing and repacking a 6-by-12 U-Haul in search of that one magical fit; time much better spent frolicking in the Atlantic with my buddies, I'm sure you'd agree.

Luckily, at the last possible moment, I was saved by an angel. An angel armed with Bluetooth technology, but an angel nonetheless. His name is David Wylie, and aside from being one ripped 44-year old, he's also a big wheel at Bohren's Moving Company.

David, made aware of our plight by Lauren's sister, Christine, called me on my cell phone while I was waiting in line at the scenic U-Haul Drop-Off location in Trenton. I was immediately impressed with David's mastery of the English language and the fact that he never threatened me with physical harm; two qualities which instantly made him a tremendous upgrade over our prior movers. David convinced me that he could move our stuff for a reasonable price, and after stopping by the apartment and providing a formal estimate, I agreed.

So long story short, Lauren and I are once again on track for a seamless move. A little more expensive sure, but at least now we don't have to worry about screaming down Vail Pass at 80mph with 3,000 pounds of school supplies and Old Navy winter-wear threatening to crush us with one wrong tap of the brakes. Which is always nice.