Finally Emptied E.'s Storage Unit

Since I was increasingly bearing the cost of renting E.'s storage unit, it was important to empty out that packrat nest and slam the furniture into my basement (another packrat nest). Last weekend, we got about 40% of the stuff.

On Saturday morning, Joe The Plumber and I took a U-haul truck up to Citrus Heights and filled it up, but made only one trip, since Joe had arranged to see "Laughter On The 23rd Floor" in Davis with two of his friends at the most awkward time of the weekend for sustained physical labor, Saturday afternoon. So, there was still some furniture left for Sunday.

The U-Haul truck was awkward in its own right. Driving through one gas station, I sideswiped a telephone pole, but engineers with foresight had shielded a conduit attached to the pole with a plastic cover, so despite shredded plastic, no damage was done to either truck or conduit.

On Sunday afternoon, we made two pickup truck trips. Opening and closing the lock had been stiff all along, and on the very last visit to the storage unit, the key snapped off in the lock. A tough biker-looking dude two storage units away tried to help us with some tools, but soon abandoned that idea in favor of a mammoth bolt cutter that quickly cut through the lock like a knife through butter. E. had gone to get the storage center staff for help. Soon, one staff member arrived, and when he realized the tough-looking biker dude possessed such a tool, which could break every lock in the joint, he told the dude he wasn't supposed to have such a tool, and they never wanted to see it again. So there! (We paid the dude $12 in gratitude.)

Joe and I didn't realize what would happen to the two little doors of one cabinet we placed in the back of the pickup truck for transport. We didn't realize the doors weren't secured, so when Joe joined I-80 at Madison Avenue, and accelerated to freeway speed, the turbulent wind caught the doors and soon ripped them off, tossing them into traffic. Joe called me by cell phone to let me know of the approximate door locations. I had already passed one location without seeing anything, but soon arrived at another, in the Marconi curve on the Capitol City Freeway. I saw the door in the right traffic lane, and circled back around and tried to retrieve the cabinet door.

The Marconi curve is dangerous, because it is a curve, and it's hard to see traffic until it's quite close. The cabinet door had been repeatedly run over, and the finish was gouged, but at least we got it back. The other door is still out there somewhere, along the freeway near Madison Avenue.

Afterwards, it was time to eat spaghetti, at Crepe Escape, located at Sacramento City College, on Freeport. To my surprise, Katherine Vanderford, well-known in local community musical theater, was our waitress. Good food, and the very best in service. Now, if she had sung, the meal would have been sublime! Check out Crepe Escape!