"You are the most creative mover I have ever heard of! Respect!"
How did he react?
Said thank you and did some explaining (read below).
How did I feel?
In 23 years I have moved 14 times. A room full of moving boxes makes me feel more at home than a fully furnished one. I am the world's fastest moving box folder and I know by heart which rent car company has the perfect offer for you. Wake me up at 2 AM and I will fire away the Chili Con Carne recipe, moving lunch number one: Lots of proteins, easy to transport, easy to eat. It's the last thing I would order in a restaurant because it triggers the feeling of another goodbye, the smell of sweat and a trembling in my biceps. I have had creepy muscle bears who called themselves removal men hit on me at the age of 14 and friends who went on strike, saying they weren't going to carry my bed another time. Long story short: When it comes to moving I have seen it all. I am the moving expert.
Or I thought I was. Until I met Philip. Time to relinquish the title:
I was helping a friend move today. We joked about why he hadn't just taken the tram instead of renting a truck. He said: "Seriously, my neighbor Philip bettered every way you could possibly think of. He didn't take the tram, he didn't take a car. He took a shopping cart! His old apartment was just around the corner of his new one so he went to Netto (a German discounter*), put a Euro in the cart and borrowed it for a while. According to him, the whole thing went perfectly fine."
I knew that second that I had to meet Philip. Coincidentally I did, that same night. He was hanging out in his backyard, having a beer, smoking a cigarette.
"Hey Philip! What are you up to?"
"In the process of figuring out what I'll eat tonight".
He moved slowly. I complimented him, he laughed and said thank you. Took a breath or two and then explained to me that he recently went to the DIY store and found out that those shopping carts are ideal for moving. "I think they secretly designed them for me. My next move will be featured by OBI!" Philip is one of the most offbeat people I have ever met. I think offbeat people rock. With his soft voice he asked questions and pointed out things most people might label irrelevant. I don't think time plays a major part for him. I envision him spending his life in his backyard, sharing stories with neighbors and strangers and figuring out unconventional ways of dealing with everyday challenges- like moving. When I asked him for a picture he complained he wasn't looking good today. But eventually he said yes and posed for a moment in front of the mirror. Then he was ready:
Shopping cart picture credit: Kölner Stadtanzeiger, original link