Post by Cynder "Cyndy" Maxwell on Jan 21, 2016 22:22:40 GMT
Cyndy pulled into the Driveway of her new home. She had used her savings to buy it outright, so she wouldn't need to pay rent or mortgage. And she planned to fix the old place up while living in it. It was a three bedroom Elizabethian style home, made of brick and wood. It needed a paint job, and new windows and doors, the heating system was shot, and the water lines had needed to be replaced before she could move in. She had had that done before she even packed her stuff up to move. She smiled at the men that were beginning to unload her furniture.
"Please be careful with the bedroom set, it was first bought by my great, great, grandmother. And be careful on the stairs going up to the second floor, some of the steps are loose." The men waved and acknowledged her words and warning. They started by unloading the things that would go to the attic space. She had told them to load, from the first floor up, to make it easier to get the stuff that needed to go up where it belonged. She had seen her parents make the mistake of having the movers load stuf from the first floor last and they had ended up with dented furniture when the movers had to navigate through the crap on the first floor to get upstairs.
"Sergeant Maxwell, do you want us to hook up your TV while we're here? No extra charge." The boss of the movers tipped his hat as he spoke to her. He was a former Marine and had heard of her trials as a POW. He hadn't batted an eye when she said her miraculous recovery was from a very secret experimental surgical procedure, that she had volunteered for. He had simply nodded and asked her if she was going to pay with a check or cash.
"If you could, every time I try to hook that damn thing up I turn the TV on and it screeches at me like an amp that's too close to the speaker. And for the last time don't call me Sergeant, I'm retired now. It's just Cyndy now. No ranks, no titles." She smiled though as she said it. The mover laughed and went to do his work. Cyndy had some things in her truck, but they would need to wait for the furniture to be put up first. She stood on the front lawn and began making her plans to fix up her new home.
"Please be careful with the bedroom set, it was first bought by my great, great, grandmother. And be careful on the stairs going up to the second floor, some of the steps are loose." The men waved and acknowledged her words and warning. They started by unloading the things that would go to the attic space. She had told them to load, from the first floor up, to make it easier to get the stuff that needed to go up where it belonged. She had seen her parents make the mistake of having the movers load stuf from the first floor last and they had ended up with dented furniture when the movers had to navigate through the crap on the first floor to get upstairs.
"Sergeant Maxwell, do you want us to hook up your TV while we're here? No extra charge." The boss of the movers tipped his hat as he spoke to her. He was a former Marine and had heard of her trials as a POW. He hadn't batted an eye when she said her miraculous recovery was from a very secret experimental surgical procedure, that she had volunteered for. He had simply nodded and asked her if she was going to pay with a check or cash.
"If you could, every time I try to hook that damn thing up I turn the TV on and it screeches at me like an amp that's too close to the speaker. And for the last time don't call me Sergeant, I'm retired now. It's just Cyndy now. No ranks, no titles." She smiled though as she said it. The mover laughed and went to do his work. Cyndy had some things in her truck, but they would need to wait for the furniture to be put up first. She stood on the front lawn and began making her plans to fix up her new home.