Juxtaposed between landsdowne and catonsville

The prospect of moving has been on my mind as of recent... well for a long while. I must say though, I did not expect as much as I put myself into. I shall recount my adventures for you. Upon rising on Saturday morning (from a night of fiddling with video games), I hitched a ride with a friend on his way to practice. I dropped off at the closest truck rental place in my area. It sported a grand sign that spoke of when the gates would open. Sadly it must have been wrong. It said 7:00 am yet; it was 7:30 am with no one to be seen around. Somewhere around 9:00 am, some old oaf came lumbering down the lane and opened up. I walked in right behind him and as soon as he got behind the counter, I asked him. His reply left me aghast. “Oh we have no trucks to lease today.” Of course I thought that was insipidly stupid since it looked like 15 trucks were out there. “Well they are all reserved, call us around 4:30, we should have something back by then.”

I walked down the street to the Budget rental, which was supposed to be open as well… 10:00 am, and they were not open yet. I waited till 10:30. Which is when some woman came up and opened up. I got the same answer… “Reserved.” I traveled across Liberty Road to the public storage, which was actually open already! “Reserved.” I called a cab and stood around for two hours waiting for a cab. I had some old lady, her husband and their daughter to “entertain me.” I promptly pulled out my Nintendo DS and proceeded to launch Meteos into the sky. I almost felt sorry for ignoring the lady. Nice as she seemed, I mean she was really nice; I just could not bear to look at her. She had teeth that looked like she had bitten into a spoonful of golf balls, if such a thing were possible. They were all jagged and pointy looking like something that belonged in some sea dwelling creature’s mouth. I could only imagine what it would feel like if she decided to bite me.
My cab finally showed up somewhere around 12:45 pm. I was a bit glad it was one of my regulars. We journeyed to another Uhaul center, which was rather huge and had a fleet of trucks sitting behind the fence. “Reserved.” I gave up and when home. Anyone who had been up as long as I had been would have been too. I got home picked up the phone and started calling places. “Reserved!”
Somewhere along the line, one of my housemates to be called me and we talked for a bit. Then we talked about living arrangements. The conversation only seemed to end up pushing me unto the verge of anger, since things were being taken back. I remember saying, “I will only move in if… and I will gladly pay more…” That did not seem to be the case however. It almost felt like a game was being played.
Around 3:00 pm I stuck a compiled list in my pocket. I called the original place I went to, and was told they had exactly one truck to spare. My cab did not show up till 4:00 pm, which made me antsy. As soon as the cab showed up I called old lumberjack back. “Ok come on down.” I got there at 4:10 and they were closed. I was very much in the mood to hurl a brick at their window. I called the next place on my list and received a ‘Yea we have exactly one truck to spare!” I got my cabby to step on the gas. Got there in 7-10 minutes and they were closed. This pattern repeated seven more times. The last place I called had a clerk who had the balls to tell me the truth. “Dude, all the Uhauls in the Baltimore area are reserved… you will not find anything.” I gave up frustrated and went home. I had spent almost $100 in cab fares that day alone.I got home and thankfully I had beer and a person to ease my anger and keep me company. I do not remember when I passed out eventually, but I assume it was late.
Sunday morning I started calling places again. When I finally got one who claimed their truck was reserved but I could take it in 30 minutes if the person who reserved it did not show up. I proceeded to call mister brown belt. We got there at 11:30 am and waited till 12:00 while the gas station attendant filled out her paperwork. She finally turned to me and gave me paperwork to get a truck. Needless to say I was elated, I could finally move!
The old chain smoker that sat in the office with her, stepped out and pulled up a cargo van. I at once told them it was way to small. Then he pulled up the only truck they had… It was a 16 footer. I was expecting a 10 footer. I had never driven anything that huge before. My jaw dropped and the lady asked if I would be able to handle it. I almost choked on the lump in my throat as I attempted to swallow it and squeak out a barely audible “Yes.” I got in and it felt like a spaceship. I drove it and it moved like a boat… a boat that could pick up speed, but never turn. What hell had I gotten myself into?
I got the space shuttle to my place and got packing. Somewhere along the line two friends came over and helped me for a bit. I could not bear to be in the house one second longer. I packed as much as I could into the truck and flew down and around i695. I got to my new home, jettisoned my debris. I had help moving my things in. After moving all my things, we sat down to healthy servings of meat, bread pasta and more meat. I rolled over unto the floor stuffed and fell asleep five minutes into the movie they had popped in. I woke up towards the end. Cleaned up and flew the spaceship back to the port. I filled it up with gas, which cost me only $3 shockingly enough. I dropped the keys into the safety deposit box along with the memories of almost sideswiping some pinto and popping the curb on that roundabout in Catonsville.
I stopped by the old place and picked up some more things, which I’ll be doing on and off for the next month. I am glad to be out finally. Note to everyone, do not ever move around the first of the month, especially it is on a weekend, and more so if it is the Fourth of July weekend. All the trucks will be RESERVED!