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Somewhere between Fresno and here, my gameboy zipped itself out of its case, and went to see its friend, the power cord. Or, perhaps, the power cord was the instigator. Well, whichever one started it, they were in it together. They zipped the case back up, got the tape off the outside of the outside of my plastic bins, opened it up, jumped out, closed the bin, retaped it, and ran off together. And I thought I had given them a good home. What's worse, they have a hostage. I can't imagine the game in my gameboy wanted to go too, but it had no choice, the poor thing.
Seriously though, I called my moving company and told them what happened. They're looking into it. They're going to talk to the people involved with the move. If there's a string of complaints along the same lines, whomever it is will get dismissed. I don't expect my gameboy to come home, or even any compensation for its departure. But I do hope the bastard that took it gets his ass fired.