Have I mentioned I hate moving? The worst was moving my parents a few years back. Fourth story walkup in NYC, 40 years of accumulated shit. Nightmare.
Funny story - my brother is lowering their washing machine down a flight of stairs on a handtruck. I'm in front of the handtruck, making sure it doesn't get away from him as he lowers it. He tells me he's got it, go get another load. I ask him if he's sure, he says yes.
I go back upstairs and I'm bullshitting with my mom and I hear out in the hallway...BOOM..................BOOM.....................BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM......OWWWWWWWWWWW!
The handtruck had got away from him and hooked his leg as it rolled uncontrolled down the flight of stairs. The machine dragged his fat ass down the flight of stairs, bouncing his ass on every step. The only reason it's funny is that he didn't get seriously hurt, which he easily could have.
Anyway.
I just finished packing 10 boxes I bought from Uhaul, it looks like we're gonna need at least another 10