Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Rebecca's Shopping Cart

Tonight I came home from work to find a shopping cart in my apartment. Not the most ridiculous thing I've come home to. Not by a long shot. But still, I didn't really have time to deal with complication today.

Eli: No.

Rebecca: What?

Eli: Why is there a shopping cart in my home?

Rebecca: Because I'm using it to move out!

Eli: You're moving out right now?

Rebecca: Yes. INTO MY NEW HOUSE!

Rebecca and I are conveniently buying homes at the same time. She's been about one week ahead of me throughout the process. She closed on her home recently and if everything goes according to plan, I'll close in just a few days.

Eli: So, you're moving tonight? Using shopping carts?

Rebecca: Well we don't have enough grocery sacks to put all of my things into so this was the next best thing.

Eli: The next best thing to moving all of your items in grocery sacks is a shopping cart? It's not, oh, I don't know, boxes?

Rebecca: This works just great actually. I dump armfuls of personal belongings into this shopping cart, push the cart out to my car--

Eli: --banging into the walls on the way--

Rebecca: --and then I dump the stuff from the shopping cart into my car until the car is all filled up. Then I drive it to my house and undo the process there. IT'S SO SIMPLE!

Eli: I'm all filled up with anxiety right now.

Rebecca: And when this is done, DECORATING!

Eli: I'm seriously wondering right now if I have some legal duty to warn your neighbors.

Rebecca: Warn them about what? ABOUT HOW MUCH FUN I AM TO LIVE BY?!

Eli: Something like that. You realize that your bed isn't going to fit into a shopping cart, right? It also won't fit into your car. You're going to need a different plan than shopping-cart-to-car-to-house for the bigger items.

Rebecca: That's why I have you!

Eli: I'm really learning to hate that phrase.

Rebecca: You've been extra cranky lately.

Eli: Oh?

Rebecca: Yes. The longer I live with you, the crankier you get.

Eli: I'm sure there's no correlation.

Rebecca: Maybe since you see the end coming, you're just getting really sad about it.

Eli: That's got to be it.

Rebecca: WELL DON'T WORRY. Because we're going to go to each other's houses EVERY. DAY!

P.S. Did I mention that we're going to be neighbors?

~It Just Gets Stranger

14 comments:

  1. Whoa!! I seriously read that last line and thought "What?! What an incredible plot twist!" I cannot wait to see how this all plays out into the future. Very exciting. ..... Ahem. Yes. Well I guess I had better get back to all the very important things in my own very important life and ah, work and, you know, important things I'm doing. Cause, yeah, you know, I'm not really caught up in this whole Rebecca, Eli thing. I'm a grown up with stuff going on....yeah.

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  2. Stop being mean to Rebecca. She's an angel.

    There, there Rebecca, don't let the mean Eli hurt your feelings. We all know about his exaggerations.

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  3. Clearly she is only moving out because your hair is more fabulous than hers. But that is also why you are neighbors... because she can't stand to live too far away from it! It's good that you'll be neighbors still, Tami will need another girl to talk to now and then.

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  4. Serious Clark?! Rebecca is moving right by you!?

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    1. I think, technically, he's moving right by Rebecca . . . . .

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    2. Ha ha ha....soooo true!

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  5. Believe it or not, this isn't the worst moving technique I've seen. At least the shopping cart has wheels.

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  6. "Maybe since you see the end coming, you're just getting really sad about it."
    She totally called it.

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  7. We moved across the street and joked about using shopping carts....we ended up using a kid carrying bike thingy (technical name). It worked wonderfully!

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  8. My college apartment was across the street from Walmart. We'd always walk to buy stuff and bring the cart home. At one point we filled one with pillows and used it as seating during a party. I have photographic proof! But the privacy settings on my Facebook albums won't allow me to share it. So we have to become best friends, obviously. Maybe I'd get along better with Rebecca...

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  9. It's all fine and good to judge Rebecca and her shopping cart, but wait until you have to move. You'll be asking..., no begging for Rebecca's packing prowess.

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  10. I see no problems with that moving strategy.

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