my people, my people

Okay, ladies and gents. As most of you know, I recently moved from South Carolina to North Carolina. The move was...let's say...in a word...eventful. Now, me being the pro-Black, lets recycle Black dollars type of sista, I decide to use Black movers. It started off right but somewhere along the way things went down hill.

Well, let's get it. The guys show up the day before to check out how much stuff I need to move. Needless, to say I'm impressed (though I had explained how little was going I guess they needed a visual). Well, it was supposed to be two guys moving my stuff. I met and spoke with both men. We arranged for them to come at 2:00p.

The next day, I'm up cleaning and packing last minute stuff. I get a phone call at 12:00p reminding me that they will be there in 2 hours. I told him I would be ready and waiting. So, 2:00p comes and they were there right on time. Well, kinda.... I get a knock at the door and there is a lady standing there. "What you moving?" she asks. Ummmmm, I'm confused.

"She's gonna load the truck for us" homeboy says. Now, she loads all my stuff in 10 minutes flat. I was amazed. "Give her $10." homeboy says. I look at him. "Well, she loaded your stuff." he said indignantly. "I could have done that myself. Besides, what am I paying you for cause you ain't lift not one box?" I ask.

He just gets his ass in the truck. Now, I pay homegirl because I was really impressed that she loaded all that stuff by herself. I look at the truck and realize that there is another lady in the truck. She just sitting there sipping soda. "Excuse me, but where is my dog going?" I inquire. "On the back of the truck." he answers. "I beg pardon." I ask trying not to get an attitude.

"Well, it's just a dog." he says. "I paid $XXXX for that dog and if anything and I do mean anything happens to him I will be expecting full compensation for him. He is both registered and insured." I say. "Well, ummm, I got Harriet in the car. Ain't no room for him up front. I'll drive real careful." he mumbles.

I just want to get on the road and get to where I'm going. "I gotta take her home and we'll be on the road." he says. I'm like cool. No problem. Well, three stops later, we drop off the lady who loaded my stuff. Harriet is still just sitting there. I'm thinking, aight now we can get on the road. It starts to rain. "Are you gonna cover my stuff?" I ask. "I don't have nothing. You gonna have to buy something and I need gas." he says.

"Fine." I say. I am not happy. We stop and buy a tarp and the cords to hold it down. We go get gas. As he is putting gas in the truck, the truck decides it wants to start leaking gas. Oh my good gracious. I just want to get to Charlotte. Damn. We get back in the truck and homebody asks Harriet what she wants to eat. What the fuck! We on my dime and my gas. Going to get some random chick food is not a part of the agenda.

We stop at the subway up the street from my house. It took us 1.5 hours to go up the effin street. While they are getting food, I water Eros. My poor baby. I feel so bad having him back there. "That's a pretty dog." Harriet says. "He oughta be. Much as she paid for him." homebody grumbles. "Oh, how much you pay for him?" Harriet asks. "Enough." I answer.

"She paid $XXXX for that damn dog." he answers looking straight at me. "I will no longer be paying you for your services." I say, daring his ass to challenge me. We, finally, get on the road. We drive up and the pair start smoking. "Do you smoke?" Harriet asks. "No." I answer tartly. "Oh well, you don't like this then." she laughs.

We stopped at a rest stop so they could get more sodas. I walk and water Eros. "You sure do love that dog." homebody states. "Why yes, yes I do." I walk away. We, later, stop at a gas station so they could get more cigarettes. We finally get to my new spot. I look at my clock. It's damn near 7:00p. Why the fuck did it take 5 hours to go 2 hours?

I start to unload my things. Homeboy leans against the truck and watches. So, Harriet decides she'll help. It took me and Harriet 20 minutes and the whole time I'm wondering how the other lady did it in 10 flat by herself. I go upstairs to the bathroom and when I come back down homeboy has made himself comfortable in the living room. Chilling.

Da hell! Finally, homebody and Harriet leave. The next time I move, I'm using White movers. Nah, gotta keep it in the community. They'll be Hispanic. I guess the good thing is that I'm here and my stuff made it safely. I promise you I was so hot during this whole ordeal. We need to do better cause this shit

Makes. No. Sense.