Moving Day – Back At The Condo (part ii of ii)

I was a little dazed after my bizarre experience at the house. So, the death metal music blaring from the retirement community seemed acceptable. The music got louder and louder as I walked toward our unit. The Real Rock ‘n’ Roll Movers movers were strangely quiet as they hauled an armoire down the walkway. I guessed that maybe they were studying the harmonies? Were there any harmonies in death metal?

I found my husband and told him what happened with the dog at the house. The death metal scream-groaned, accompanied by a sound that must have been someone repeatedly hitting a baby calf with an electric guitar.

One of the Real Rock ‘n’ Roll Movers movers popped his head in to say we were welcome to change the music if we wanted to. We politely declined and said we were happy to listen to whatever they liked.

Then another Real Rock ‘n’ Roll Movers mover with a dolly full of boxes also noted that we were welcome to change the music. So, I asked which band they would like to listen to. They suggested Journey, Fleetwood Mac, and Led Zeplin.

Confused by the contrast, I asked who had picked the currently playing death metal (at this point I think we were listening to a microphone being violently digested by stomach acid, but I’m guessing). The Real Rock ‘n’ Roll Movers movers informed me that my very own Brooks Brothers shopping, Volvo driving, penny loafer loving husband had picked the Death Metal iTunes channel. Why? They did not know. What they did know was that the current playlist was scaring them a little.

So we changed to Fleetwood Mac and enjoyed a fully productive and musically pleasing move day.

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