Waterproof vs. Water repellant...A lesson from U Haul

Tim headed home early today, so I spent the afternoon in overdrive trying to get as many boxes packed as possible. The weather has been so awesome all week, which has helped immensely (this information seems unimportant…but it will come into play shortly).
When he left I told him I might just have the whole house packed up and ready to go. He said if this was the case, he would shit a golden nugget. All week I have been packing my ass off in an attempt to collect my golden nugget. However, I fell slightly short of my goal. But he was surprised nonetheless…and decided he might just get an early start on packing the U Haul. We decided to go grab a bite and then pick up the truck.
We went to grab a bite and through the window…we watched it begin to rain...YOU BETCHA!!! We figured we could still load up the boxes in our storage building since the entrance is covered so we got the truck. We were a little confused when she said she had to go “out back” to get the truck for us…we looked at the half dozen or so trucks sitting in the front but figured she knew what she was doing.
At the storage building we watched the rain turn into a downpour…of course…but we started loading up boxes with fervor. After about 50 boxes were in…Tim noticed a puddle forming in “Grandma’s Attic” where he was putting all the “fragile” boxes. At exactly the same time I was sitting in the back of the truck reading the little fact sheets painted on the inside of the truck. Something struck me as odd…it goes something like this. “U Haul trucks are water ‘repellant’ but not waterproof. Important documents and items should be packed in water-tight containers.” WHAT?? Who the hell would buy a truck that is merely water “repellant?” I could tell he really wanted to go forward and ignore the puddle, but I reminded him how our luck works. If we keep packing boxes, we will soon find ourselves not even needing a waterproof truck, we will need an ark. He finally agreed and called the customer service line completely prepared to be pissed off. She surprised him by saying they would have someone out within a couple hours to fix the truck!!
We headed home with our leaky truck and commenced trying to park this sucker in our driveway. As has been the case for the past year or so, “Red Truck Boyfriend,” as I call him, was visiting across the street and was parked perpendicular to our driveway. Now I have tolerated this for a long time…dodging the big red Dodge parked practically in the middle of the street…but on this day…I could not. It was dark…it was rainy…and I was wet. I had taken our cars down to the parking lot and walked back (it’s only 4 houses down) and there was no reason he could not do the same. I rang the doorbell (3 times just to be obnoxious) and when the father answered the door shirtless (yummo) I was at a loss for words. All I could say is… “both trucks won’t fit and mine is bigger.” He stepped outside to see a 26-foot U Haul only inches from the shiny red truck. Jessie, who is the not-so-bright owner of the red truck quickly came outside and helpfully moved his truck forward about 10 feet and then ran back inside. There is no need to go into detail about what happened next…needless to say…about an hour later the truck was parked only a few feet from our back door. Many nasty things were said in the process but it was parked.
Now it was time to call U Haul and see where this truck fixer was. Well, she couldn’t find anyone and didn’t know if they would want to fix it or swap it and would know more at 9 a.m. the following morning. Since the actual store opens at 7 a.m. we did not really see what help she had provided and thus we got to be pissed as originally expected. We decided to just spend what was left of the night packing and cleaning (which I did until 3 a.m.) and go swap the truck in the morning.
We slept to the sound of rain…downpour…what did you expect?