So, I ended up helping a friend move out on Saturday. Quite by accident - called as I walked past their place on the way to the grocery store, found out that was the day they were packing up her stuff in a U-Haul. So, I stuck around and helped them pack a U-Haul on what had been promised to be The Coldest Day Of The Year. We warmed up fast, but boy, U-Haul ramps are fun with slush-slicked bootheels. We couldn't get into the self-storage locker at first, and had to take a trenching tool to the ice-pack to free it from the deathly Icy Grip of Winter. We made much fun of her Saarinen-esque stackable chairlike torture devices.
They dropped me off at the grocery store on the way out of town. You don't often see a 24-foot U-Haul making a u-turn in the Weis Market parking lot. Least not around these parts.