New Friends

So Jerry has become the dept mascot for the newcomers.  The dept secretary has started giving out our number so he can be of any assistance in the hard process of relocating and getting accustomed for grad school.  Today TJ and his wife Chrissy finally arrived to CT from Chicago.  They are going to be moving into the same complex we live in just across the street.  We welcomed them in with a big breakfast and then hit the moving truck hard.  Between the four of us and two very kind missionaries we were able to empty the truck in about 3 hours.  Thank you Elders Wilson and Fife for giving up your P-day!  You guys are the BEST!  After unloading the truck we took them to Manchester to return the dreaded moving truck.  First stop the gas station to refuel.  As I am trying to direct traffic so TJ can pull the truck up the pump, some gracious New Englander (I can say this because I was born one) tries to run me over and then proceeds to cuss me out.  He didn't even pump gas.  Just took up the pump for 10 minutes in the store.  Next stop to deliver the truck.  So TJ wasn't all that comfortable driving a 28 foot moving truck with a car carrier but who would be.  We pull up and this tall lanky man in swimming trunks, a dirty tee shirt and no shoes walks out and tells him to pull around back and turn the truck around.  Now TJ knowing he can't back up with the trailer asks if there is enough room to turn around without backing up.  "Oh yeah" he says.  "There's plenty of room"  So Jerry and I sit talking to this man who proceeds to tell us that he is feeling good because he has had a few (drinks that is).  He then starts telling us all about his beloved Emma Lou the American bulldog.  After about 5 minutes Jerry realizes TJ probably needs help and walks down behind the building to find him, leaving me all alone with creepy guy who keeps trying to touch me.  Finally after what seemed like an eternity I walk down to see what the problem is.  The truck and trailer is jack knifed and Jerry is trying to coach TJ out of it.  Creepy man walks down behind me (barefoot) and sees it and starts hollering for TJ to get out of the truck.  Emma Lou can drive that truck better than you!"  So creepy, intoxicated man pulls the truck around and then tells TJ and Chrissy just to leave the keys with him because the Penske rep is out.  Hmmmmm, I don't think so and neither did they.  So they called Penske and we left the keys in  a locked drop box.  Come to find out this guy didn't even work for the Penske company.  It was a crazy day and I can only image that the Dubinski's are wondering, where on earth they have moved too!