I was just minding my own business when my brother showed up. He did not give me too much time to think about it and of course I had nothing better to do than to help him out. Of course he thought that I should help him move just because he was my brother, but I knew that it was going to take a couple of days and we settled on a hundred dollars. I got it up front since I was broke. He had already found a place to stay, the Crossings at Mcdonough is what they called the place. In fact there was not too much at Greg’s place that was really worth moving and we took a bunch of stuff out to the curb. Some of his friends came by to pick through the stuff, which is obviously the sort of thing that only a broke college student might care to take home with them.
The truck he rented was not even really half full, or at least it would not have been if there had been a real effort to pack the truck properly. I have seen guys who know what they are doing and they can get twice as much in a truck as I could. At any rate we got on the road and things did not really go too great on Interstate 85. It is a big artery and it goes through a lot of urban areas. Once you get to Charlotte you are bound to run into traffic, either in there or in Greenville or Spartanburg. Atlanta is a completely different thing. The traffic is always bad there and we got hold of a really bad traffic jam. As usual there was something really stupid involved, but that is the world we live in.