Yep, it happened. I got the call we all dread over the last weekend. The one that you just wish you didn’t answer the phone. The one that makes you regret getting up in the morning.
“Hi, it’s your sis. Are you available next weekend? We are gonna move and need some help.”
And there it is…yes, you are free and no you don’t want to help. You don’t want to help because moving sucks, always. It is no fun moving yourself, let alone someone else. So, no, I am not free and no I don’t want to help.
“Yeah, I am free. What time do you need me to be there?”
Damn it! That isn’t what I was going to say. Stupid family relations. So you go help.
While you’re there and after having moved stuff all day, your mom says, “While I have you all together, can you do me a favor? After we’re done here, can you all come over to the house and move the piano out of the house? Someone is coming to pick it up.”
Are you serious, mom? We just spend all day moving someone else’s crap and now we gotta go move a piano? I swore off moving pianos the last time I moved a piano. I am NOT doing it this time.
I hate being a good family member. 2500 pounds of piano later…I need pain killer.