05.05.03
I have the nicest landlords ever.
Dad was taking stuff upstairs and I decided to get stuff out of the camper myself, but then it all fell down on my foot and pinned me in place, and Dad pretty much had to dig me out. So then he told me to go upstairs and unpack the kitchen, despite the fact that 90% of my stuff was still in the truck. But, hey. I'm not going to argue with not toting heavy boxes.
A few minutes after I begin, I hear something outside my front door, and go out to discover the manager of the building and the landlord of the building unloading carts of my stuff outside the door.
Mike and Felix helped my dad unload the ENTIRE truckful of stuff, and acted like it was no big thing.
It took almost a week for me to be able to get my bathroom sink fixed when it fell off of the bathroom wall and was temporarily wedged up into place with a board, at my last apartment.
Somehow I don't see something like that happening here.
What's in your head?