So we still haven't found our car. But that's not all. The other moving company, the one with our stuff, won't be delivering our furniture/books/toys/musical instruments/dishes/all other worldly possessions until at least the 21st. According to Kevin, the conversation went like this (excerpted):
Kevin: You said it would be there by the 16th.
Stupid Movers: We said 5 - 10 business days.
K: You picked up our stuff on Monday, August 4th. When we spoke on the 5th, you confirmed that it would take 5 - 10 business days. 10 business days later is the 16th.
(Pause)
SM: It didn't leave our warehouse until the 12th.
Awesome. But wait - there's more!
Kevin came prepared with a suitcase that could at least help him get through the next couple of days. Unfortunately, it never showed up in Florida. Apparently the SB airport didn't give him his luggage claim stubs, so the FL airport people just laughed when he tried to get some help.
We're not done yet.
He rented a car to go look for our car. The car moving company said that they left it in the last spot by the water meter of the two-story apartment building next to the green house. (Oh so specific. How 'bout an actual address next time? Or maybe we'll just leave our payment under the oak tree by the driveway of the yellow house.) He had no luck. So if our car was delivered anywhere in our neighborhood, it's officially gone now. I've been calling the police department every 12 hours to make sure it wasn't towed, but it hasn't shown up in any impound lots yet. So it's pretty much gone.
In the car was the sleeping bag Kevin so wisely packed. Instead, he was looking at staying in our all-tile apartment with no water, no bed, no blanket, no pillow, no pajamas and literally nothing but the clothing on his back. So we talked him into getting a hotel room. At least they have beds and showers there, as well as toothbrushes, towels, chairs and continental breakfast.
I'm done joking about the didgeridoo. I want my stuff back. And I want
all my stuff back. You hear that, universe?