Picking the truck up

I, just along for the ride and as a mule for moving the stuff and driving, got all of my ducks lined up in a row last night. I took the taxi to metro north, then got on the subway to Mike and Moni’s apartment.

I arrived a little after 9 pm, and was offered what was left in the fridge-eggs, veggies and cheese. Moni, meanwhile, ate a ton of leftover dumplings. And Mike? Broccoli. Yep. Mmm.

So our reservation to pick up the Budget truck was for 8 am today in Queens. I didn’t want to wake up early, but, yeah, so much for that.

Mike and I went, took the subway and walked…. And walked. Finally, the destination with a locked gate and no one in sight. (Why are these places always in areas that belong in horror kidnapping flicks?) So we waited an hour, called the HQ (no answer), and came upon an “ah ha” moment: it is* Easter Sunday.