Sara's Moving Service

I flew into LaGuardia on Friday (thank goodness it wasn't Sat. with the bomb evacuation), and got to my new place by early afternoon, which was good considering what was to come. I shipped my 17 boxes on Monday, so the mailroom was eagerly awaiting their removal by the time I arrived. Unfortunately, the room where packages are held is another building... down the street... down the hill. So, the fun began at about 1:00 and didn't finish until about 3:00. After loading up the first group of boxes, I pushed the "large, awkward bin on wheels" down the sidewalk and turned onto my street. Suddenly that gradual slope I just walked down didn't appear so gradual. So here I stood at the corner heaving my body into the side of the cart to get it started up the hill. And once I was started there was no way I was going to let it stop... at least that was the thought. However, the sidewalk was a little choppy and one of the wheels became lodged in a crack, which put an abrupt end to my momentous climb. Apparently I really had been clipping along because as I came to a jolting stop one of the boxes flew off the top of the pile. As I walked around the cart to heave it back up the cart started wheeling back down the hill. Not wanting to cause a major traffic accident on Broadway, I dropped the box and ran for the cart. Luckily there was a man watching my whole dilemma (with amusement) who helped me get back on my way up the hill- with all my boxes back in tact. .. After making it to my apartment and to the 12th floor, the cart and I set out for Round #2. Yes, 17 boxes meant 5 trips up that lovely hill, with more trips to come when my 15 boxes of books arrive. I think "Sara's Moving Service" is going out of business!