Thursday, August 10, 2006

Just Like in the Movies

The salesman for the moving company we have signed with is a friendly fellow named Brian. Brian has been checking in with us regularly since January, when, in my innocence, I requested, via internet, some quotes from moving companies. Brian called and e-mailed regularly to find out how we were doing with selling the house, and sent us helpful e-mails on how to choose a reputable moving company (by choosing his, of course). When at last the time came that we actually needed a moving company, he earned our business by being the only moving company salesman who had recently sent me an e-mail, so it was easy to contact him. Lest you think we are being sloppy about this (and we do have our doubters!), we followed up our negotiations with Brian by calling two of his competitors for quotes. Ed, who is in charge of this part of the move (although he graciously accepts input from his loving wife) decided that, all things being relatively equal, Brian seemed dedicated and enthusiastic and should get the job. One of the competitors sent a real person to look at our stuff, rather than just ask about how much furniture and how many books we have over the phone. Her estimate of the weight of our stuff was half again as much as anyone else had figured, which I attribute to the fact that no one really believes me when I tell them that we have a Lot of books. Anyway, we gave Brian the new weight estimate (sorry if this seems unfair to the lady who came to our house – we are counting our pennies here, and its all about the money!), and he gave us a new, higher figure. With our new estimate, I’m pretty sure we get to keep the truck when we get there (Ed says not, but I find that hard to believe.). One of the Good things about Brian and his company, though, is that he says we don’t have to share the truck with Other People’s Stuff. The lady who came to our house said that this was the way her company did things, so you might have to sit for a few days in your empty house, twiddling your thumbs, while the truck delivered the stuff that had been loaded after and was now blocking your stuff in to other states. I got a little excited when Ed told me about my stuff touring the country without me (I wasn’t home when the mover lady came), and Ed called Brian to find out if his demanding wife would have to share her moving truck. Brian called back to assure me that my stuff would be traveling alone, and, he told me, our family in our car will probably arrive at the new house right behind the moving truck, “Just like in the movies,” he said. That is worth a nice chunk of money right there, don’t your think? My move is going to have a happy Hollywood ending.

4 comments:

CeCe said...

Ahh! Sounds perfect!

K. said...

Just dropping in to say "hi", having followed your link from NinjaPoodles. Nice blog and happy moving!

k. Notes to Self

Cherrypie said...

I love a happy ending x

Hornblower said...

HEA (happily ever after) is what we romance writers do :-)