Our townhome is positioned within the subdivision in a way that we are facing the rear of another set of townhomes at the end.  If you angle a large truck in our driveway, it then allows people to fit their cars past a truck.  Or, you can be like the idiot who parked this moving truck in front of our place and place it in the middle of the path where cars drive between the houses, effectively blocking off access to all 8 townhomes in that row.  Since they “only” had a few items to drop off, I didn’t say anything and hoped they would be done before anyone had to leave, since it was only 7 AM on a Saturday.

Unfortunately, one of our neighbors did have to leave for work and couldn’t get out.  Since the movers hadn’t started unloading anything yet (big surprise), I asked them if they could angle in the truck so my neighbor could get out.  Attitude Man gruffly said “They’ll just have to wait until we’re done.”  I replied “No, my neighbor has to get to work. All you have to do is back into our driveway and then cars can get by.”  When he refused, I said “Dude, don’t be a dick. Move the truck so my neighbor can GET TO WORK.”  He then proceeds to not say anything, shut the back door, and took off with no notice…AGAIN.

Now I’m starting to feel bad because here we had her stuff back again and now it’s gone again, this time because of something I did, even though my request wasn’t unreasonable (minus the “dick” comment).  So now we’re on a phone tag chase again with this unresponsive answering service.  She finally gets ahold of the guy again and the solution was agreed that none of us would talk to them.  When they arrive 3 hours later (who knows where they went), the head Attitude Man announces that not only would they only deliver the stuff to our front room and not where it belongs (including a very heavy 3-piece entertainment center), they would also not deliver any furniture to the 2^nd floor of her house either.  This of course includes wonderfully heavy items such as master bedroom sets and the like.  At this point, all we want is the stuff dropped off so we grit our teeth and let them do their “work”.  I actually stayed in my basement with my daughter and 2 nieces so I could avoid any confrontation.

As they were finishing dumping all their stuff in the one room, Ally notices that they had tipped over the concrete bunny in the front, which caused her to have a fit since she loves that darn thing for whatever reason.  I take her outside so she could set it back up and as they were closing up the truck, I of course can’t help myself and say “So, that’s all 80 bucks is going to get me?  You can’t even move the furniture to the right rooms?”  Attitude Man turns to me and yells “That’s right, MOTHERFUCKER.”

I calmly proceed to bring Ally back inside and leave her with her cousins.  As I returned outside, they were in their truck supposedly getting ready to leave for my mom-in-law’s.  I walk up to the driver’s side door and Stupid Overprotective Dad Mode kicks in and I say to the guy “Don’t ever swear in front of my daughter like that again”.  This, of course, makes the guy turn ballistic.  He starts screaming “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO, MOTHERFUCKER?  WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO?”  he goes on for about 30 seconds, I repeat what I said and he then proceeds to get out of the truck with the intent of pounding me into the ground.  While I would have fought someone like this 15 years ago when I was young, dumb, and full of cum, I now have to play it smart and walk away.  He’s screaming at me and trying to get me to fight him and I’m walking away back to the house and his coworkers are physically restraining him.  He also brushed my mom-in-law to the side when she tried to intervene. Remember that tidbit for later.

His coworkers finally get him back into the truck and they once again take off and aren’t heard from again.  This time my mom-in-law can’t get anyone to call back and now the damage has really been done.  Had I just stayed inside, this would all heave been avoided, but again, there’s still doubt that they ever would have delivered her stuff that day.  We call the police again and again they can’t help us.  The next few days I have a pit in my stomach as I am coming to the realization that we might have lost all her stuff for good.

As I’m commiserating about this on Monday to a coworker, she mentions that we should file an assault charge.  While they never touched me, they did push my mom-in-law to the side.  Any physical contact can constitute assault.  When we told the police this, all of a sudden they’re interested.  We all go down to file individual reports of the assault and now the truck officially contains stolen goods.  We still have no idea where the truck is but they can now arrest anyone who is driving it.

That Monday night, the owner calls back and claims he was out of town for the weekend and didn’t know what was going on.  We all know the truth is several police started investigating the situation and probably pressed on him to make things right.  He then said a different crew would come to her house the next day to drop everything off.  Again, we didn’t think that would happen since that Tuesday was July 4^th.  But sure enough, they did come.  It was a different crew and they all were great workers and didn’t have an attitude.  We were all relieved to get her stuff back.

The only loose end that has me slightly concerned is the fact that the owner supposedly fired the guy who tried to fight me.  If that is truly the case, and if this guy is insanely violent like I suspect him to be, the fact remains he knows where we live.  It’s been 4 weeks now but I still think about it.  I doubt he was fired and we were just told that to make us feel better but you never know.  If I come up missing, refer to this day’s blog as evidence.

The Better Business Bureau has been notified but who knows what good that will do.  As least we have her stuff back.  You can replace furniture but you can’t replace photos and digital files.