When I opened the door at 7 am to see our French movers, my first thought was ‘Uh-oh.’ I am pushing 5”1 and could have taken our fridge down the stairs under my left arm in comparison to these two waifs. When my partially-better half, who I will call Al for all intents and purposes, got a glimpse of them, he said: “I really hope that I don’t have to help move everything.” Exactly.
Another knock at the door, and then they were four. These un-mighty, mini movers were not strong (took all four of them to carry the sofa) but they ran around our apartment like Santa’s elves on the 24th of December and were done the entire move by 11 am.
So far, so good. Here’s hoping they have a booster pillow in the driver seat of the truck and that they don’t lose our furniture before the delivery date on Monday.
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