2001-10-05 I made reservations for a van for the move and after telling Tom via-email that he better help me move or he fails my friendship test (yeah, I know, that was jerky of me) I was chatting Jamie about it. He told me a little horrific but funny-after-time moving story: Me: i'd be gratefull for a few hours of your time that afternoon (for moving). Jamie: are you kidding?! Jamie: I can't wait to help out! Jamie: just kidding. Jamie: I'll provide muscle Me: thanks. Me: tom gave me all these "if it's between so and so time cause of radio show" stuff. Jamie: Jackie and I will help out Me: i told him there is no other "test" of friendship in these modern times than helping people move. Me: thank you, friend! you pass my test! Jamie: I once helped a friend in New York move Jamie: She handed me her computer and warned me... Jamie: that her doctoral dissertation was on the hard drive and not to drop it Me: hahah Me: you dropped it? Jamie: I immediately dropped it down a flight of stairs Me: oh man Jamie: it clanked on every step and rail Me: oh mannnn Jamie: She was a little french woman and her sudden hatred of me was palpable Me: holy crap Jamie: but it turned out that the hard drive was fine Me: holy crap Jamie: She loves me still Me: that's the most awful story and i can't wait to put it on my diaryland page! previous next |