Since I’m moving house
this week, I went out yesterday to the nearest bank to get smallish bills for
tips. The nearest bank in this instance was Bank of America, an institution I’ve
despised since the 70s, and they didn’t disappoint even now.
Because having legal
currency of the United States isn’t enough for them to exchange for other
denominations of legal currency; you have to have an account with them for them
to move their arse.
So, no tenners for the
movers.
But on my walk back to
the office I considered that, since this moving company is charging me 25% of
my total costs of moving from the West Coast to the East last year to haul my
kit from one NoVa county to the next, I should perhaps expect them to be paying
their staff so well that tips are not welcome.
As an aside, I got a
quote from this same company for the cross-country move, which came in at about
$5K more than the next highest one. And the estimator this time, in surveying
my effects to come up with his 25%-of-a-3000-mile-relo quote, glanced at my
pictures on the wall, got the vapors and said, “You’ll want to move those yourself.”
Evidently charging more
than two large for a 20-mile move doesn’t include packing and transporting anything
that might break.
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