Crazy Moving Experience

The first time my husband and I moved was quite a crazy experience. First of all, my grandfather passed away a few days before we were to move, so his funeral was the day before. We decided, sadly, not to attend the funeral. As it turned out, it was probably a good decision, because our car caught on fire that day. My husband made a last-minute doctor's appointment. When he started up the car afterwards, he saw smoke coming out from the hood. He opened the hood and flames whooshed up. He ran back into the office and waited politely to ask to use the phone to call 911! Luckily, however, there was an electrical crew working nearby and they had a fire extinguisher, so they helped put out the fire. We left the car in our old town for repair and came back for it a week later. My dad had to come to our place after the funeral to help us move, because we had planned on using the car to transport our cats, and the cab of the truck for transporting our gerbil, and they really do not mix. Then there was the moving truck situation. The rental company did not do what it said it would in terms of contacting us in a timely fashion to arrange the pickup. It turned out that they felt they would have honored their word if we had a truck at the END of the day on which we had requested to have one. But we did not know that, and we didn't have a truck when we were ready to go, so we had to scramble to find another one, because we had to be out of our apartment that day. It was all very stressful.