I was greeted at the airport baggage claim by my (new) roommate Chunk, which was super nice since I had a ton of luggage and the airport is actually pretty far away from Seattle. Thank you Chunk. I'm thinking I'm going to be saying that a lot this week.
For the last few weeks I have been naively thinking that once I reached Seattle, my goal was met but it occurred to me about ten seconds after my plane landed that I have so much stuff to do. Leaving the airport, we headed straight to my bank so I could deposit some money. This is where my Seattle fairytale comes to an abrupt end. I walk into the bank, approach the desk and meet possibly the meanest bank teller in the world. I know, you are probably saying to yourself "but people in Seattle are so nice".... apparently she's not from here.
So for one reason or another she won't let me deposit 4 of the 7 checks I have to be deposited and she wasn't too sweet over it. We leave the bank and head towards the house when I get a call from Safeway. I had purchased groceries online to be delivered. If you have this service in your area, I highly recommend it. Delivery fees are real cheap and they often run specials where they will deliver for free and most likely you will spend less because there's no impulse buying. So, anywho, I am now in the car, heading towards "home" and I get an irate call from the Safeway delivery guy who is outside my house and no one is there. I explain that I am just a few blocks away and apologize profusely but he continues to be a complete jerk.
So my fairytale arrival at my new house goes a little like this.... we frantically pull up in the car, I run up to the driver sitting inside the delivery truck, he completely ignores me for a few seconds until he decides to open the door and berate me saying that he had already called the office and told them he was returning with the groceries. I then can't figure out how to get the groceries from the truck into the house and become incredibly frantic over the situation as I have now been in Seattle less than an hour and two people have already come down on me.
During the frantic grocery exchange, the delivery guy is told that I just moved and I was getting in from the airport. So after all the groceries were inside the house he hands me my paperwork and I go to tip him and he sincerely says "No, you keep that you just moved" and turned into a nice guy.
Then, in conversation, he passively asked if Chunk was my husband or boyfriend to which I replied "He's my roommate, I left my husband and boyfriend in Virginia."