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"My boyfriend and I hired a really cheap moving company off of Craigslist that charged hourly with the promise they could move our apartment in two hours. When they pulled up, instead of a U-Haul, it was just two guys and a cargo van. They proceeded to fit 90% of our apartment into the van like a game of Tetris. Impressive, but it took forever! The next day we had to go back to the apartment and move the last 10% of our belongings, which included an extremely heavy air conditioner. My boyfriend then proceeded to move everything outside onto the sidewalk, with me on guard frantically trying to find an Uber, but the drivers wouldn’t take us because they were afraid the air conditioner would leak. So I downloaded an app called Gett that allows you to select the size of the car you want. I frantically booked the largest one, and luckily, the driver helped us load everything. We gave him a really hefty tip. My advice? Pay for a legit moving company."
"On move-in day, I got to the apartment with everything I own to find that the previous tenants had left a ton of stuff and hadn't even bothered to clean. There were two keyboards in my bedroom and the creepiest devil/ram clay sculpture in the closet. The apartment itself was filthy, and when we moved the fridge, we found an empty rat trap box with a ton of rat poop around it. Our landlord called his cleaning lady, who came into the apartment and looked at the place, looked at me, and screamed at the top of her lungs, 'GET OUT!' The landlord escorted her quickly away from us, telling us she could be a little crazy, and he had another plan. He ran out, then came back five minutes later with this a woman he said he found on the street to help clean the apartment. Five hours later, we were finally able to start moving in."
"I had a paper due at midnight, a 6 a.m. flight the next day, and had only begun packing around 9 p.m. All of my clothes had to fit into one checked bag and two carry-ons. My boyfriend offered to help, which meant throwing out about 75% of my possessions as I frantically finished my assignment. Let's just say that the guys living in the alley behind our apartment scored a new bed, clothes, and a few Coach bags to give to their girlfriends."
"I was moving into a sublet in a seriously baller Soho loft. While our new apartment was the biggest I've ever seen in Manhattan (an actual quarter of a city block), the stairwells were winding and narrow, the kind that can really only accommodate a one-way flow of traffic. My mom and I were hauling some of the final boxes upstairs, when I heard some people coming down. I sighed deeply, anticipating the awkward squeeze that was to follow. I tried to adjust my box to the side — to stay in my hallway lane, so to speak — but it started to slip when the group came into view. Immediately, the actor Adrien Brody reached out his hand to spot the tilting box. 'You got it?' he asked. I hefted the box, grunt-garbled an answer, and squeezed my body past him. 'Yeah, you got it.' He moved down the stairs and past my mom, who practically shouted, 'Yeah, she does! Thanks, Adrien Brody!' He can definitely help me move any time!"
"Two years ago, I hired a moving company to relocate apartments. I noticed one of the movers was staring at me longer than was comfortable, but tried to shake off the feeling. Fast forward to a few weeks later, when I got a drunk-sounding text: 'Hello, it's _____ from _____ Movers. Might be odd times, but would you like drink with me sometime?' The guy had copied down my number from the invoice and texted me to ask me on a date! I promptly blocked the number, alerted the company, and never used that moving service again. My biggest regret is tipping that sleezebag."