I must be a really bad boy because of all the things that have happened to me recently. Since moving to east Texas, nothing good has happened. I don’t know if God is mad at me or if He doesn’t get out this far to protect me.
The moving company that moved our stuff is not playing nice. They damaged some items and don’t want to repair them or pay a fair price for me to get them repaired. They are sneaky and tried to cover up some of the damage with a black marker. It really didn’t hide much on a light oak stereo cabinet. And, the grand dogs are going to be unhappy because they destroyed the dog house. Looks like small claims court is in my future. The stupid part is that it would be a lot cheaper for them to just repair the items damaged.
Then, there’s the trash pick up. We’ve been here about three weeks and have had no problems. They have carried away moving boxes and the usual stuff. Today, they carried off our garbage container - a rather large vinyl type with wheels and a lock down lid. I called the company and told them about their collector taking the container.
They asked, "why would he do that?"
Dang if I know.
PMO
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