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Prince · 08-02-2006, 04:05 PM

It all began last week, when I made a reservation for a U-Haul truck for Sunday morning. We've been packing our stuff little by little all week, but come Saturday it's time for a real push. Sunday morning at 9:00 am we go to pick up the truck. All's well, we start loading it and packing stuff, wife's folks arrive from about a 90 min drive away to help at around 2 pm.

We get the packing and loading done at 10 pm, and head on out on the highway. We expect it to take us about 100 minutes or so to get to our destination... We get on the interstate, and two exits later the trucks breaks down. The engine stops running and won't start, even though we just put 15 gallons in the tank and it already had a quarter of a tank in it. We also note that the tail lights aren't working...at all.

10:30 pm we put in a call to U-Haul's "24 hr roadside assistance" number. They tell us to call back in half an hour, as they need to locate a mechanic. at 11:10 pm, we call back, and they say to expect a mechanic to arrive from Austin in about an hour. Okiedokie... 12:30 am, no mechanic has come, we call back, they say they can't reach the mechanic they sent out for us. They say try again in half an hour. 1 am, we're getting a bit sick of standing by the side of the interstate after packing and loading up the truck for 12 hrs and everything. We call them again, they say they're sending another mechanic, please wait about an hour. A little after 2 am, that is 3 and a half hours since our first call, a mechanic arrives. Great job, U-Haul.

Turns out that there were two fuses missing from the car for some reason. Anyways, we decide that it is too late to drive to our destination as we're barely keeping our eyes open. Going back is not an option as we'll have nothing to sleep on in the old apartment. Also, we supposedly only have less than 7 hours left before the truck is due at the drop-off location. To make things more fun, we have 3 cats in carriers in one car, one dog in one fully packed sedan and one dog as a passenger in the U-Haul.

We drive back to the old apartment and put the cats in the bathroom after we find their food and litterbox from the crammed up truck. Then we drive to the Holiday Inn and check in, and sneak in the dogs from the back door and up the emergency exit staircase. We shower and fall asleep at 4 am.

At 7:45 am the dogs need to take a shit. We get up and sneak out again with the dogs, let them do their business, sneak them back in and feed them, and eventually they settle down, but we can't fall asleep again. Every muscle in my body is on fire, and some I did not even know existed. I shower and put on a new pair of scrubs (nice moving wear), but all my underwear is packed up deep in the truck, so I have to borrow a pair of my wife's panties. They ride up my ass like a g-string.

My wife grabs a breakfast downstairs while I can't even find an appetite. We all check out and get the cats and the truck and head back on the road at 10 am or so. Two hours later, we arrive at the new place and start to unload. Later in the evening, we're done, we catch a quick dinner and by 1 am we can finally go to sleep. We return the truck sometime the next day, and U-Haul agree to pay for the Holiday Inn, and don't charge us an extra day so they did right by us there. Not that I feel any better about the piece of shit truck and their absolutely horrible "24 hr roadside assistance" service.

It's Wednesday evening now, and my inlaws are staying here for yet another night. I am getting irritable because I haven't gotten laid in well over a week. My wife keeps telling me that we'll fuck as soon as they leave. I am waiting impatiently. I am grateful for their help, but we haven't had a single moment for just the two of us in our new home. It also irritates me that we have to wait till next week for USPS to make keys for our mailbox (what happened to the previous ones?) and we have to drive 40 miles to get them, even though there is a post office less than a mile from the house. And my All In One printer went to shit today and now I am using an old deskjet that smudges all over the fuckin pages.

This thread serves no purpose I guess. I just need to be a man, shut the fuck up, and go jack off in the bathroom.

08-02-2006, 04:05 PM	#1 (permalink)
Prince /nɑndəsˈkrɪpt/ Location: LV-426	The So-Called U-Haul CockBlock Experience. It all began last week, when I made a reservation for a U-Haul truck for Sunday morning. We've been packing our stuff little by little all week, but come Saturday it's time for a real push. Sunday morning at 9:00 am we go to pick up the truck. All's well, we start loading it and packing stuff, wife's folks arrive from about a 90 min drive away to help at around 2 pm. We get the packing and loading done at 10 pm, and head on out on the highway. We expect it to take us about 100 minutes or so to get to our destination... We get on the interstate, and two exits later the trucks breaks down. The engine stops running and won't start, even though we just put 15 gallons in the tank and it already had a quarter of a tank in it. We also note that the tail lights aren't working...at all. 10:30 pm we put in a call to U-Haul's "24 hr roadside assistance" number. They tell us to call back in half an hour, as they need to locate a mechanic. at 11:10 pm, we call back, and they say to expect a mechanic to arrive from Austin in about an hour. Okiedokie... 12:30 am, no mechanic has come, we call back, they say they can't reach the mechanic they sent out for us. They say try again in half an hour. 1 am, we're getting a bit sick of standing by the side of the interstate after packing and loading up the truck for 12 hrs and everything. We call them again, they say they're sending another mechanic, please wait about an hour. A little after 2 am, that is 3 and a half hours since our first call, a mechanic arrives. Great job, U-Haul. Turns out that there were two fuses missing from the car for some reason. Anyways, we decide that it is too late to drive to our destination as we're barely keeping our eyes open. Going back is not an option as we'll have nothing to sleep on in the old apartment. Also, we supposedly only have less than 7 hours left before the truck is due at the drop-off location. To make things more fun, we have 3 cats in carriers in one car, one dog in one fully packed sedan and one dog as a passenger in the U-Haul. We drive back to the old apartment and put the cats in the bathroom after we find their food and litterbox from the crammed up truck. Then we drive to the Holiday Inn and check in, and sneak in the dogs from the back door and up the emergency exit staircase. We shower and fall asleep at 4 am. At 7:45 am the dogs need to take a shit. We get up and sneak out again with the dogs, let them do their business, sneak them back in and feed them, and eventually they settle down, but we can't fall asleep again. Every muscle in my body is on fire, and some I did not even know existed. I shower and put on a new pair of scrubs (nice moving wear), but all my underwear is packed up deep in the truck, so I have to borrow a pair of my wife's panties. They ride up my ass like a g-string. My wife grabs a breakfast downstairs while I can't even find an appetite. We all check out and get the cats and the truck and head back on the road at 10 am or so. Two hours later, we arrive at the new place and start to unload. Later in the evening, we're done, we catch a quick dinner and by 1 am we can finally go to sleep. We return the truck sometime the next day, and U-Haul agree to pay for the Holiday Inn, and don't charge us an extra day so they did right by us there. Not that I feel any better about the piece of shit truck and their absolutely horrible "24 hr roadside assistance" service. It's Wednesday evening now, and my inlaws are staying here for yet another night. I am getting irritable because I haven't gotten laid in well over a week. My wife keeps telling me that we'll fuck as soon as they leave. I am waiting impatiently. I am grateful for their help, but we haven't had a single moment for just the two of us in our new home. It also irritates me that we have to wait till next week for USPS to make keys for our mailbox (what happened to the previous ones?) and we have to drive 40 miles to get them, even though there is a post office less than a mile from the house. And my All In One printer went to shit today and now I am using an old deskjet that smudges all over the fuckin pages. This thread serves no purpose I guess. I just need to be a man, shut the fuck up, and go jack off in the bathroom. __________________ Who is John Galt?