Have you ever seen on TV or at the circus when the little VW Beetle that is painted all carzy comes pulling up and clown after clown after clown comes piling up, and just when you think there couldn't be another clown in there, there is a slight pause and then another half dozen come spilling out? Well, that is going on right now across the street from the Worldwide Headquarters, except it isn't clown and a car, it is stuff and an apartment.
The people who live across the way are moving out, a woman and her two kids and her boyfriend. No big deal, right? Except here is the thing: they have been slowly moving stuff for the last two weeks, and this morning they are working on their 4th U-Haul of stuff. Four 15 ft box trucks (it's not a U-Haul but that is the style) worth of stuff have come out of a tiny two-bedroom apartment. I am not quite sure how that is working. I have yet been able to figure out how they had space to move around over there with all of those belongings. I am staring moving down in the face and I am not sure how I am going to fit all of my things into the allotted area, but I am absolutely floored by what is going on across the street.
Trip 3 and still going!
There has to be a shrink ray involved, that is about all I can figure out. Either that or they have eleventy billion of those bags where you put your clothes in them and vacuum out the air to compress them down. Or all of their stuff is made out of the same stuff as those little dinosaurs where you pour water on them and they expand. Those are the only ways that I can make sense of this situation in my brain. FOUR TRUCKS! It is blowing my mind, and that is AFTER all the stuff they took over the last few days. If they come back with a fifth trip I might just lose my shit. So that is what is going on in my neighborhood. A magic trip defying time and space. What is going on in yours?