I was convinced earlier that one of the movers shit himself as he was carrying a box because I saw brown liquid streaming down his leg. I felt really bad for clearly overpacking that box and encouraged all of them to feel free to use the bathrooms before they left. Turns out it was the liquid curry mix I’d packed which had shattered in the box and that’s what I saw. Explains the smell too…I thought he just had Indian food.
As I was raised by a self-described tribe of difficult bitches, and simply cannot take no for an answer, I am now having fancy business class cable and internet run to my new house. Because satellites are only cool in Lou Reed songs.