When my family (parents, brother and I) moved from Clallam County, Washington to Lewis County, Washington (via U-Haul), the hiccup we had was backing the truck over a rock at our old property and bent the axle. Had a tow-truck take us all the way.
There’s lots to like here:
In panel 1, I like the way Lizzie is so heavy that when she leans out the window, the whole truck leans with her.
In panel 2, I like the way Phil is backing up the truck with the door open with one leg out of the door and completely turned around, even though Georgia is right there to give instructions.
In panel 3, I like the way Phil seems to be holding up the side of that chest of drawers with his eyeball, nose and half his mustache.
Yep! Been through enough small household moves on the cheap myself to be able to attest to the correctness of this skit.
They are moving furniture before even opening the door and figuring where to put it first?
Oh man, this actually happened to me once. I was helping my friend move his mother from one city to another- we drove an hour and a half to her old house to pick up the rest of her stuff… and couldn’t get in! Neither of them had remembered her house keys! We had to drive to a halfway point, get his father-in-law to drive the keys the other half of the way, then return! Her real estate agent was away and couldn’t help out with the keys! Talk about a nuisance!
The keys probably fell out of her pocket while she was holding the furniture in place (last panel yesterday).
That is the ugliest cartoon pickup I’ve ever seen.
Timing is everything
This happened to some friends of mine, who drove cross-country in a U-Haul, only to arrive at their new house, and realize that they’d left the house keys sitting on the kitchen counter, in their old home.
Fortunately, they were, after a couple hours of frantic phone calls, able to track down the contractor, who’d built their new home, and he still had a spare key.
Keys given when you close on new house. Go back about 30 years when sold my mothers house after she died, both buyers and sellers together. Last 2 houses I sold buyers and sellers separate. bought a new house in 2017, never met seller
Similar thing when I helped someone move: Hot summer day, two men trying to bring a dresser down from a second floor bedroom – get to a turn in the stairway, and couldn’t get around it. Back up, reposition dresser and try again and stall again. After about three tries one of the men dripping sweat says “My gosh, John, how did you get that dresser up there?” And he replied, “Now that you mention it, we hoisted it up there before we built the stairway!”
Out of curiosity, where is Michael? Is he on a camping trip with the Boy Scouts? If he is not doing something constructive like that, chances are his parents would have him helping out with the move.
“new” for you
Who would start unloading before opening the house?
Serves feel right for being a cheapo.
It’s a Rat Rod Truck. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Even worse than forgetting the keys is not being able to get them, and then being given the wrong one! When hubby and I bought our first house, the agent had some excuse as to why he didn’t have the key at closing. Then he called after we had bought and paid for the house and said that the bank didn’t want to give us the key until they cleared up something with the title! This, after we already had taken time off work, scheduled the moving truck, etc. I promptly went to my lawyer, who said any of their problems with title weren’t our problem, and got on the phone and told the agent a few of the things that would happen if he didn’t give us the key to the house we owned! Agent then gave hubby a key. It didn’t work! (Fortunately, we tried it before we were actually moving). Since the movers were coming the next day and we needed to get in the house, I climbed in a window (in a dress!) with hubby helping to lift me. (And both of us waiting for the cops to arrive at any time, which fortunately didn’t happen). Angry call to the agent the next day, when he said he “accidentally” gave hubby the wrong key. Hubby went and retrieved the correct key. (I told him I would definitely not go, as by then my lawyer would have had to defend me for a murder!) I made sure I told everyone what a rotten experience we had with that company. (This was long before the days of sites like Yelp to leave reviews on).