Ok so six of us (all ten will be moved in by the end of the month) have moved into a house in Denver (about 3 miles east of downtown). It's an amazing place that seems to just fit all of our needs.
Moving was... HOT. We moved on the hottest day of the summer, but you should have seen the packing job Chaz, Jeff, and Pete did in our 26 ft. truck (the biggest one you can drive without a special license) - Packed to the ceiling, from the front to the back (not an inch to spare... so congratulate them... it would really make them feel good).
So when Jeff was driving the truck to the house, he was traveling on York, north of I-70, and following Pete in his van, and they came to an overpass. Pete got through fine obviously, but as Jeff was just about to go under, he saw it said 11'6". The truck was 12'1". For anyone who understands physics, that's an issue. So he slams on the brakes... cars are piling up behind him. Jeff got out of the truck and started directing traffic. Yeah. "He quickly dialed Pete on his iPhone" (Jeff wanted an iPhone blurb in here). A tow-truck driver comes by and helps Jeff out. The driver turned his truck sideways to block traffic allowing Jeff to slowly back his way into a side street, escaping near death and lots of embarrassment.
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