We had some crazy bad experiences. One really sorry one was when our bishop sent us across town to load up a family, then unload them on a Saturday. I thought it was a ridiculous request, since their ward should have helped them move out. When we appeared with a crew in the morning, no one was home. Someone looked in the window and said that nothing was packed up. He and a bunch of other guys scurried for their cars and took off. As I considered following suit, the member arrived with a big U-Haul. The dopes who remained behind (myself included) ended up packing and loading the entire house into the truck. We then went to the new home to unload, only to find that they had a bunch of teenage sons who had not been helping, but who were just lounging around. It turned out to be an eight hour ordeal.

Never again. . . . It wasn't the last time I helped anyone move, but I put serious limits on what the ward members would do after that little experience. My oh my, that was a rough one. (I wanted to kill the guys who got away before I could.)