The Leader of the Pack
Moving requires many things. Among those things are organizational skills, good judgment, brawn, and boxes. All but one of these things are abundant in our household. Since it’s common knowledge that I’m overflowing with organizational skills and good judgement, and my husband is stronger than he looks, you’ve probably guessed that we are in need of boxes.
For a normal move to the next city, I’d be fine with using liquor store boxes, but since we’re shipping stuff overseas I think that we need boxes that don’t have the top flaps cut off. First we looked on Craig’s List for someone giving away moving boxes in the area. When that didn’t work, we decided we’d have to buy some boxes. Buying boxes seems ridiculous to me. Which is funny because I’m perfectly fine with buying gift boxes.
We went to a local packing store to inquire about the price of boxes. I can’t believe how much they cost. I stood at the counter staring blankly at the laminated price sheet. It had a list of box dimensions and prices. I couldn’t believe it. The most expensive box on the list was fourteen dollars! You shouldn’t have to pay more than a dollar for a box. It’s a box for goodness sake!
The portly man behind the counter patiently waited for us to make up our minds. “If you buy multiple boxes, I’ll discount you seventy five cents per box bought,” he said.
“Okay. Could we have a copy of the price list?” my husband asked.
The man photocopied the laminated sheet and handed my husband the copy along with a business card that read Leader of the pack.
We eventually bought boxes from another place. Now our apartment smells like cardboard–expensive cardboard.
