So last weekend I agreed to help [name] move to her new place across town. I've helped friends move before, no big deal. She said it'd be "just a few boxes" and maybe 2-3 hours. Cool. I show up at 10am with my car. First thing she says is "oh did you bring anyone else?" No, you said a few boxes. She then opens the door and I see a fully packed 2-bedroom apartment. Not a single thing is in a box yet. There's furniture, a treadmill that looks like it hasn't moved since 2015, and like 7 floor lamps for some reason. Okay fine, I start helping anyway. Around noon she asks if I can also drive to IKEA after to pick up a new bookshelf she ordered because "it won't fit in her car." I have a Honda Civic. But sure, I say, let's see. Then around 1pm, when we're barely halfway done, she tells me her new place is actually not across town. It's 40 minutes away. And she says it kind of apologetically but also just keeps talking like it's normal. We finish around 5:30pm. Seven and a half hours. My back is destroyed. She hands me a candle. One of those small Bath & Body Works candles, the travel size ones. I said thank you and drove home. The IKEA bookshelf is still at IKEA.   submitted by   /u/Umbr0Jackal [link]   [comments]