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Labour Exchange

Ok, peoples; I realize it’s late, but here’s the call. I need to fill a moving truck this Saturday, and to accomplish that I need boots on the ground. U-haul being their usual extra-awesome, I don’t know exactly when I’m going to get the truck, but I’m wagering it’s going to be in the morning sometime. Arlene and I are moving our stuff, at long and precious last, to the dark wilds of Toronto.

So, let’s say you show up at ten-thirty or so in the morning this coming Saturday, at our humble but spacious isolated mountain fortress in Westboro, Ottawa, Canada.

Understand, I am speaking purely in the hypothetical, here, but:

If you were to do so, and provide my lovely wife and I with the climbing-up-and-down-stairs-carrying-stuff laboring that we are so deeply loathe to do by our ever-so-lonesomes, I will reward your generous efforts with the pizza and beer they so richly deserve.

That you, my friend, that you so richly deserve.

So anyway, yeah. 10:30 or so, Saturday morning, here. There’s a nontrivial possibility that there will be some hanging-around-shooting-the-breeze scheduled in there because as I mentioned it’s U-haul, and there’s just no telling with those guys, so there we are.

Your help would be appreciated, and I promise your afternoon nap will be a rich and pleasant one, with a belly full of beer and pizza and a spirit full of my thinking you’re awesome.

Inform me: by your comments, I will know!

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  1. Quotation

    What’s the plan for the other end of the trip?

  2. Chris

    You know I’m in, because I have your couch. Arlene implied that the couch pickup was earlier (8-9ish), is that still the plan?

  3. Jamie Bowden

    If I happen to find myself in Ottowa on Saturday, I’ll gladly help out.

    If I find myself in Ottowa on Saturday, when we’re done, I’m gonna need a REALLY good psych, since I have no clue why I’d be several thousand miles from home tomorrow, and likely wouldn’t know how I got there.