I almost forgot the best part of the U-Haul story. When Isaac and I finally left, and started the long walk across town the F train, cursing and smoking and shaking our fists at the sky (OK, my fists; Isaac was mellow as usual), I decided to call my Mom to tell her I was OK. She has Mom radar, and I was afraid her spidey sense was tingling. So I called her up and told her that we had dropped off the U-Haul, no problem and that I might have called the manager a big fat ugly bitch. There was a pause on the other end of the line.
“Jennifer Lynn HUBLEY,” she finally gasped. “What’s HAPPENED to you in that city?”
Then she said: “You tell that Isaac that I’m going to knit him a sweater.”
My mother, ladies and gentleman! Now and always the Nicest Woman in North America.