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Truth is, moving has always been hard on material goods.  I’d rather damage my own stuff than pay someone large sums of money to destroy mine for me.

Finally last night stuff was delivered from my dad’s house to here via big truck.

I am less than pleased.  Luckily a weapon was not handy.

I had been looking forward all summer to getting a secretary that belonged to my grandparents – my favorite grandparents.

The driver tried to put that aside in the shop saying “it had some damage, broken glass, so I put it out there.”

I wasn’t happy but moved on with the rest of the stuff.

Then I went out to the garage and started cutting away the packing material.  The driver tried to call me over for some paperwork before I looked too closely but I said “It can wait” in my quietest “don’t screw with me or you’ll find out just how awful bad I can be when I put my mind to it” voice.  Clint Eastwood would be proud.

The covers fell away and I saw what had been done.

****!!!  THE ONE THING THAT I REALLY TREASURED… THE ONE ****ING THING!!  AND IT IS ****ED UP!! … … ****!!! GODDAMN IT, THE ONE ****ING THING THAT REALLY MEANT SOMETHING TO ME AND YOU GUYS ****ING TREATED IT LIKE IT WAS A PIECE OF ****ING TRASH!

Then I got angry.

The piece was partially demolished.  The glass was broken out, the back was cracked all up and down, and the backing above a curio shelf was torn completely off.  One of the casters was ripped out.

The guy looked a bit nervous, and rightfully so, seeing me go from calm and affable to furious and then back to quiet, oh so quiet.  It’s when I get quiet that things are… bad.

It’s probably a good thing that I didn’t have something with destructive capabilities handy (even though I was in my garage).

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