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The Story of the Piano Men

Last time I promised to share the story about moving the piano. Before I forget — the story and to share it with you — imagine this:

The Piano movers who delivered my new piano have since retired so I asked the good people where I had purchased the piano, who they might recommend. There’s only one company up your way, they told me. Feeling only half confident about their recommendation, I made the call to book them. The gentleman on the phone seemed to either not be writing down the information or he couldn’t read his writing because he asked me to repeat it all to him again. Before hanging up I had confirmed the day of the piano move and the time, now it was simply waiting for the big day.

The day I had booked for the piano happened to be the day after the main move out of our house. I hadn’t wanted the house movers and the piano movers there on the same day, squeezed into the skinny driveway but also in one another’s way. The day before our house movers were to arrive, I receive a call from the piano mover. “Mrs what day did we have booked for your piano?” … okay, this is not sounding good. Turns out he needs to change the day for some reason to house-moving day. So I acquiesce and hope-like-heck he can have the piano loaded before the house movers arrive later the next morning. I get another call later that same evening from the piano mover. He sounds as though he could have been into the juice. He’s wondering if I can change moving day. What?! Seems he forgot he talked to me earlier. Alarm bells are going off like crazy and I tell my husband, “If that guy shows up tomorrow and I can smell even a whiff of booze on his breath, I’m running him off!” Needless to say I worried for hours after, losing much needed sleep.

Morning arrives, and to my surprise the piano moving truck is rolling in the driveway on time! One good sign. Oh but wait. After trying about three different times to back in with his trailer, a guy gets out and helps guide him back. Once someone got out of the truck I quit watching from the window and went about getting some last minute things done before they came to the door. Door bell rings. I open the door and there, all smiles, are three guys ready to move my precious grand piano. Not – one – of – them – was – under – 70 – years – old. That is not at all an exaggeration. 70 if they were a day!

I was so shocked I honestly didn’t know what to say or do. I made a point of getting close to the guy who I’d talked to on the phone. No telltale whiff of booze on his breath, thank goodness. But it was now woefully obvious the reason for those memory lapses when we talked on the phone — age. Pure and simple. And I’m no spring chicken either but I still have a way to go.

Anyway, I watched like a hawk as they struggled and struggled and struggled some more. I was simply glad no one had a heart attack. They eventually maneuvered my piano out of the house and loaded on the trailer, but there was damage. Somehow the piano was unscathed but there were gouges in the walls and deep scrapes in the stone and hardwood flooring. I felt so sorry for those old farts I didn’t have the heart to make them pay for damages — they must all be desperate if they have to move pianos at their age! So I fixed all the damage myself the following week.

Anyway, the piano was much more easily settled into the new house than it was removed from the old one. It was an experience and a good little story to share with friends.

“When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.” — Franklin D. Roosevelt

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Gabriele - August 11, 2017 - 8:57 pm

I loved your story. More so because my husband moved pianos with our boys for 10 years.

Lisa Gordon - August 12, 2017 - 10:51 am

Oh my goodness, Diane, what a tense situation for you (and probably for them too!)
I am glad that things weren’t worse, and that the piano is safe and sound in your new home.
Have a wonderful weekend, my friend.

stephanie o young - August 12, 2017 - 3:47 pm

how funny…..as i was reading this, i was envisioning all kinds of endings, and not a single one had a 70 year old in it!!!

Lyd - August 13, 2017 - 7:47 am

Great story Diane 🙂 Happy that your piano made it safely to its new home ? Even though from the damage left behind I’m surprised your piano wasnt damaged!! Enjoy playing again in your new home ?

Lionel Daneault - August 14, 2017 - 10:15 am

Hi Diane!
You’ve got to admire the Geriatric Trio’s work ethic. It’s a shame there are no younger people available for this type of work.
Lionel

Candace - August 20, 2017 - 7:32 pm

Ugh, sounds like a nail biter. Glad it had a mostly successful outcome.

Jennifer Connell - August 29, 2017 - 7:26 pm

What a great story!
Last week I tried to hire someone to clean up the dead branches on our three-story-tall black walnut. The first guy showed up when I wasn’t home and left a quote in my mailbox. Yes, I had a price, but I had no sense of who it was I might be hiring.
The second guy got out of his car and began to chew me out living in Brampton not Mississauga. He only ever asked me for my street address on the phone. His GPS still got him here alright, but he seemed mildly pissed off anyway. He proceeded to step into my garden without any thought to my plants and handed me a quote for $800 dollars more than the first mystery man.
I will make a fresh attempt to hire someone this week. Fingers crossed it goes a bit better!

sherri - September 1, 2017 - 3:03 pm

yes, it’s shocking to see so many elderly people doing working and in such strenuous jobs.

absolutely gorgeous piano. i looked at a Yamaha, Studio in black, satin finish this past week. not now, but Lord willing, soon, very soon.

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