Paul Bunyan, broken furniture, and bowling

Filed a claim for broken items from our recent move today.  What a pain the  _ss!  Eleven items either damaged or broken.  Three large pieces of furniture -- our armoire, an upholstered living room chair, and a sofa table are broken.  I'm talking large pieces of solid wood furniture.  What do they do to your furniture when you move?


Well the mysterious brutes who moved our furniture must have flung the pieces across the truck. The armoire, no little dainty piece of fluff, has two legs broken, the bottom caved in, and gouges across the front. The living room chair's right rear leg looks like Paul Bunyan picked it up by one leg, went to move it and the leg snapped off. Jagged pieces of wood protrude from the bottom like broken saber tooth tiger fangs. The poor sofa table is just broken. When Paul moved the chair he must have dropped it on the table and snapped off the left wing.


While the armoire slid across the truck floor, it banged up against the sewing machine and miraculously did not dent the case but broke the accessory holder inside.  Cracked pieces greeted me when I went to set it up. After it ricocheted off the sewing machine it hit the box of kitchen dishes and broke two glasses (actually that occurs as a miracle that only two glasses were broken).


Then as the armoire continued to slide to the rear of the truck it caught on the bed rails and rubbed the finish off and managed to gouge the wood. Finally it settled at the back of the truck where it nestled up against another box hugging it so tightly that the lamp and birdhouse that were inside were broken.


Those mischievous brutes must have had fun pretending to bowl with our furniture.  


Now we get to fill out paperwork to prove when we bought it, how much we paid for it, how much it would take to repair it (ha!) and how much it would cost to replace it. So fun. I didn't know that when I bought furniture years ago I should have kept the receipts for years -- just in case one day some large insensitive person would break my stuff and I'd have to prove that it wasn't broken when they picked it up.


I thought (silly me) that they would treat my stuff like it was their own. Oh... maybe they did!