My stint in Ottawa has officially ended...for a time. I'll be back, though.
Just you wait.
Today, I helped a friend move from Ottawa to Kingston. It sounds easy
enough, doesn't it? Unfortunately, we had to deal with this terrible
company. Maybe you've heard of them - UHAUL? Ring any bells?
Starting early at 830 am (after a night of a few ales to drown some
sadness from the election), Taylor (my moving friend) called a cab
and we headed out to breezehill road in Westboro to get a van. Upon
arriving (after a 12 dollar cab ride), the lady behinds the desk informs
Taylor that the reservation was made for another day and at a different
UHAUL location in Ottawa.
Superb. Taylor was pissed.
After getting a coffee at a nearby mafia cafe in Little Italy, we mulled
over our options. Soon enough, Taylor's dad called him to figure out
what had gone wrong. As it turns out, the location WAS correct and
they DID have a van booked that would take us to Kingston.
Mother...
After a quick turnaround and speedy ride back to Taylor's pad, we
loaded everything in within 45 minutes and booked it to Kingston.
I did the driving. Taylor did the sleeping. The gray, looming day
kept spitting miniscule bits of rain at us. 1 hr and a half later, we
unloaded everything in record time in Kingston and set things up for
Taylor in his new pad. Unloaded in Kingston by 3 pm. Shane wanted
to hit Timmy's and play some vids. We did. I almost slept. Taylor
slept more. I nabbed the train at 7 pm.
Life moves pretty fast.
Back in Port Hope.
But...for how long?
