Well, They’re Thorough

In about 1989, we moved across the country using movers assigned to us by the Air Force. As a young couple, we were moving from a small apartment with cable TV to a slightly larger townhome. Our few rooms of stuff were loaded into a huge truck and we caught up with it a few days later. 

As the movers were bringing our goods into the new place, two of them started in the door carrying an enormous TV aerial, at least fifteen feet long. I stopped them.

Me: “Wait! That’s not ours!”

Mover: “Are you sure?”

Me: “Yes, I’m sure that wasn’t in our tiny apartment.”

The two guys looked at each other and blinked.

Mover: “Ya want it?”

Hopefully, it got to whoever it belonged to, but I wasn’t holding my breath.