Moving out? You Never Know What's Under Your Bed!

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Moving out? You Never Know What's Under Your Bed!

My husband and I were recently married and were moving from our two bedroom, one bath apartment in Tampa, FL, to our new home in Miami. Since we hadn’t been married more than six months, we didn’t have that much furniture to move and all the little odds and ends, dishes, and clothes we decided to move ourselves rather than taking a local moving company.

My father-in-law and grandfather-in-law came over to help us pack. At some point during the whirlwind of bridal showers and parties, I was given as a gag gift a set of velcro handcuffs for the bedroom. Not overly neat and already jammed into a small apartment once we combined our belongings, many of our wedding and shower gifts were stacked in the bedroom and extra room.

After the movers moved the bed, my father-in-law began boxing up the odds and ends that were under the bed – a dog toy, a novel, a pair of socks. Nothing major. It was then I noticed the handcuffs. Somehow the handcuffs had gotten out of the shower gift bags and under the bed. Maybe my dog drug them out? At any rate, my father-in-law picked them up and looked at them with a slightly confused expression. Mortified, I pretended not to notice and continued to pack up the contents of my closet. When I looked back he was still staring at the handcuffs. Finally he spoke. I suspected some teasing, but he said in all seriousness, “I need one of these.”

Um… excuse me?

He continued, “Yes, for my Ipod when I go on runs or cycle. I need something to attach my Ipod to my arm.” Ipods were just coming out at this time and the accessories were, I guess, baffling to a man in his 60s.

I said, “Yeahhhhh.” Not quite sure how to respond. He continued to look at the velcro handcuffs, and then I saw the realization hit his face. He burst out laughing. “Ohhh, never mind.” he said.

I told him it was a never-used gag gift, but to this day I don’t know if he believed me or not. It didn’t help later that week that a baby formula sample somehow came to my in-laws address in my name, prompting the “Are we going to be grandparents?” conversation.

The moral of the story is two-fold: 1) Check under your bed before the movers get started and 2) Pack up your bedroom yourself. You never know what you’re going to find!

Call me!