Moving day

So almost six weeks after they pick up his furniture, the mover calls my roommate to ask him where he is. Wtf? It turns out the trucks in Dallas, but the mover just says "I'll be there in a couple hours." Uh-huh.

So the next day he calls again asking for the address. After being told about four times, he gets it and shows up. Now he refuses to go through the front gate. Of course, it's now Sunday and the apartment office just began a policy of being closed on Sunday. So, we can't open the side gate; also, security doesn't arrive until 5:00pm. So the mover actually starts to drive off, complaining about how we had wasted 3 hours of his time? I'm not sure where he got that from, not to mention how he's contractually obligated to provide a shuttle in the event that the truck won't fit through the gate.

Well, we're not about to let him just leave with all that furniture after this long. So my other roommate actually has to get a tape measure and prove to the driver that his truck will fit through the front gate. So he comes through, with 16 inches of clearance. Asshole.

Now he comes to our apartment, and he's like, "There's three flights of stairs?" Yes, dipshit, did you think the apartment was going to be on the ground floor? Not likely. Well, it turns out that the driver is the only guy there. I'm not making this up, this jackass is planning on moving a bed, a desk, and a two-piece couch all by himself. Also, the couch is a sleeper.

Well, at this point he realizes that he's made a huge mistake and tries to make a run for it. I'm not even exaggerating - he literally jumps in his truck and tries to drive off. Now we run to the front of the complex and physically detain his truck. Is this really happening? I'm not sure, maybe I'm just delirious from the heat.

So for an hour, we stand at this impasse - he won't turn around, or even shut his engine down. We won't move from the front of his truck. He honked at us a couple times, and even shifted his truck out of park and started to roll forward, but we still didn't move. He also called his manager and said that we were making fun of him (what?), and called the cops and told them that "a bunch of crazy kids are in front of my truck." (Keep in mind that the average age of these "kids" is thirty). When my roommmate calls the manager, the prick has the nerve to say "You're just a kid, you don't know what it's like to work." Yes, you're the only person in the world who understands work.

So finally my other roommate finds out that the driver is Palestinian, and Muslim. And he literally says to the guy, "Praise be to Allah." This pacifies him enough that he agrees to move the furniture, although he insists that we pay him up front. And he charges us an extra $200 for the stairs. W/e, at this point we really just want the furniture.

Well now we have to all quietly sit around (remember that we're not allowed to laugh) while this this horrible person moves our furniture up. The move was still pretty nail-biting at this point, as he chose to move the couch last. The whole time I was convinced that he was just putting it off, because he knew he couldn't do it. Anytime he dissappeared for 10 minutes, I was sure he had bolted. I was honestly impressed when he managed to get everything upstairs, while we all just sat on our asses and watched him. The only thing we gave him was that we assembled the bed, mostly because we didn't trust him to do it.