- Oct. 3, 2015
-- Once upon a time, my husband and I were moving from our apartment in San Diego to my in-law’s basement in the Midwest. Culture shock much? Yeah, it was definitely going to be rough. But of course it was exciting at the same time; and now, somehow, I love the Midwest more than I ever loved the west coast. How is that possible? I don’t know! But I digress... My point is that the military hired a moving company to come in and not only move our stuff but to also pack it up too. So in these guys come, loaded down with wholesale shipping boxes, and they get right to work. It was our job to make sure that anything we did not want shipped cross country was not left out or was clearly labeled. If this sounds rather straight-forward and stress free to you, I assure you that such is not the case. These people were trained to pack up anything and everything, and when I say anything and everything I mean anything
. I barely snatched up some bananas in the knick of time, because one guy was seriously about to tuck them in next to my salt shakers and Pyrex set for the next three weeks. I mean, seriously, guy? These people were legit. Can you even imagine the horror I would have experienced whenever I had rediscovered those bananas? I probably would have started walking around, wringing my hands and sobbing like Brad Pitt, wailing, “Whut’s in the boooox?”http://packagingsuppliespackagingsolutions.blogspot.com/2...
The most impressive thing is the wholesale shipping boxes these people came with. By the hundreds! Every few minutes we could hear the rasp of a new box being folded open, and the screech of tape being ripped out. So well equipped with wholesale shipping boxes was this company that they didn’t need to waste a single second treating my wok and the X-Box like a game of Tetris. It went like this: unfold new box, toss in the wok and some spices, bunch up some handfuls of brown paper for filler, close box, reach down to the pile of wholesale shipping boxes (http://www.packagingsupplies.com/cardboard-shipping-boxes...
), unfold new wok, stick in the Xbox and some DVDs for good measure, and wait, this tissue box too, add some filler paper, and on and on and on.
Did I mention that a friend of mine had these guys pack up her house too, and by the end of the day she was like, “Where’s the garbage can?” That’s right. Can you guess what I had to say to that? “Whut’
s in the boooox?”