There comes a time in every woman’s life when asking your friends to move for you, paying them by means of pizza and beer just doesn’t cut it. And moving to the 5th floor does pose some challenges. One of them being…moving to the 5th floor. So early on I decided to pay my way out of it.
I hired these guys who turned out to be fearless not to say reckless.
They preferred this to carrying all my stuff up the stairs. Which I can relate to if it wasn’t because of the minor detail of RISKING YOUR LIFE!
Anyways. They survived. And so did I. And my stuff.