How busted am I?

Leaving Chicago? Don't. Florida doesn't want you.

I'm sure movers have seen much weirder shit than that. Especially the ones who get paid to do the packing. They might get a laugh out of it.

You're assuming movers actually take the time to look at the boxes. They are more interested in getting done with the job.

Just cross our and write Fragile and that way you know the movers will ignore the words on them

I've got a couple of those sturdy rubbermade totes in my garage with similar markings on them from when I helped a fave move. They're clear boxes so you can tell that's not what's currently in them. My answer when questioned is always "They're recycled, you know I'm an avid environmentalist." which is usually met with rolling eyes, since the boxes sit next to a big ass diesel truck that clearly says otherwise.

I could probably cover it up or rub it off with acetone or something, just like you could probably cover yours up. But I don't really care.

Hope you hired the Indian packers and movers. Got to patronize TUSCL affiliated businesses

I moved furniture throughout college, law school and still do with my buds once in a while. Pack the boxes tight and they will love you. never looked at the box unless I was delivering and that was for the room name.

I hate moving.

Libby-ape, for the most part this rick agrees with Skifredo. Even a broken clock is correct twice a day. But in your case I would say that the movers might find the Hello Kitty box concerning. Maybe tell ‘em you got the boxes from a relative that has a young daughter.

Or I could bring you a bunch of boxes marked “Jack Daniel’s”. You just have to promise me some BBQ wildebeest and I’ll help ya move. ROAR!!!

But you need to promise at least half a wildebeest. And hope that I don’t fade off into an alcoholic fog on my way there. Never know when I might be distracted by shiny things like sexy females with nipple rings and shit like that. ROAR!!!

I get it ilbbaicnl wanted some used stripper shoes he could sniff and had to settle for some old boxes. We’ve all been there… errr wait!