lab@qubix.UUCP (Larry Bickford) (09/15/83)
During the JARTRAN saga in late August, I mentioned my happy experience
with Jartran, and that in my move in the near future, I would call them
again. Well, the best-laid schemes o' mice and men DID gang agley...
I also promised a report back, and herewith:
For local moves, the rental company preferred to use its own trucks (much
less expensive). They did have me sign a blank VISA form; I know this is
what ticked ittvax!dpalma(?) off, but I also had a copy of the contract in
my hand, so if they charged more than they should, I could do something
about it. Them having my signature turned out to be rather needed.
Found some interesting things about the truck: the radio didn't work (no
worry), there was no light in the cargo area (unpleasant when you're
loading between 9:30PM and 2AM), but worst of all (found out at 9PM,
neither the headlights nor the parking lights worked! By monkeying
(delicately) with the fuses, we managed to get the parking (and dashboard)
lights to work, but I was still just one policeman away from being fully
stuck 2 miles from my apartment. Once I got to the apartment, loading went
OK despite no interior light. As the German waiter said "The wurst is yet..."
I never finished the move. I was carrying a couple of tires across my
neighbor's driveway, where he had been working on his car a couple of days
earlier. Right foot hit oil slick, body came down and forward (due to
firmly planted left foot) directly onto right ankle, and for the last two
weeks I have been trying to get around with an oversized (from the base of
the toes to just below the knee) plaster ankle-weight.
Because the rental office already had my signature, my friends could finish
the move for me and return the truck. Perhaps Providence?
Expressions of sympathy (spare legs, piza certificates, phone #s of
attractive available young ladies, etc.) can be sent to:
Larry Bickford, {amd70,ittvax}!qubix!lab
{ihnp4,ucbvax,decvax}!decwrl!qubix!lab